A Shroud for All Time
an old saying goes that we live out our daysclad in a shroud thrown over one shoulderno need to be Godto confirm the mystical world of the spirit and angelsheaven and hellthe almond tree in full bloomand all the rare people who speak on behalf of ineffable truthsto us allwe were given the gift to knowthat secrets must exist for mystery’s saketo be born with the passion for truth and beauty bound to the heartto us allthe holy days of eternitylife force entrusted to what can’t be seen
The first stanza refers to the Ihram attire worn by Muslims while on pilgrimage to Mecca.
Copyright © 2018 by Abdourahman A. Waberi
Translation copyright © 2018 by Nancy Naomi Carlson
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Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission
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