Poem - Masjid Al Aqsa

Linking Hands Across the Table
Peace, one and all...

Linking Hands across the Table

We link hands across the table
You and I,
And worlds collide,
Universes touch.

My friend, in truth,
Meeting others is always like this.

I am born,
A world entire,
A realm called forth from the void.
And so it is with you.

Each heart has its own sacred centre,
Its own pilgrims’ kaaba.

Thus, my friend,
If you truly seek ‘the Lord of this House’,
Do not count lightly
Even the least of His signs.

Let each be his own Jerusalem,
her own Ganges –

And when you seek communion
With the living heart of another,
Speak to that centre,
Reach out towards that masjid al-aqsa,
Lest the Beloved find you
In anything other than Love

Mustaq Ahmed