Keep Walking
Keep Walking Every day I get closer to our Meeting. I feel like I’ve been walking this path for a thousand years towards You… and yet I’m still not there. So close, and yet so far still But I keep walking, despite the tears, despite the wind, despite the skinned knees and broken bones, despite the bruises and scars that make this heart what it is today, I keep walking… toward You. There’s only one direction, one direction: towards You. From You, to You. I have nothing else. Nothing. That is my poverty. I keep walking because behind every sun’s setting is a rising, Behind every storm is a Refuge, Behind every fall is a rise, Behind every tear is a cleansing of the eyes. And in every spot you’ve ever been stabbed, is a healing, and the creation of skin stronger than it was. I keep walking because wallahi I have nothing but Your mercy. I have nothing but Your promise Your words Your promise that: ياأيها الإنسان إنك