Tarnished Heart

Last year I ended Ramadan with a reflection. This year, I want to up the ante and finish with a reflective poem.

Three hundred and thirty days a year,

Has blackened my tarnished heart,

For the thirty days of Ramadan,

Immersed myself in fasting,

Supplications and recitation,

Remembrance of His Names

Salutations on His Beloved,

And seclusion in His home.

Yet this wretched piece of flesh remains,

Blackened, diseased and rusted,

Has failed to gain salvation,

I must therefore these last blessed days,

Fall on His Endless Mercy,

Forgiveness and Ceaseless Forbearance,

To survive the coming year.