Creation

It’s necessary…
  For a fireplace to exist in this ceremony
  For two people to connect
  For a foundation to be
  For saad to play its role,
                      Tricky, yet figurative.
It is necessary.

It is said…
  Thoughts will long for another’s
  Thoughts will dance timidly
  Thoughts will sabotage
  Thoughts will love,
                      Stagger on unexpected souls.
It is said.

It’s going to…
  Take its course,
manipulate the waters.
  Take its time,
              sizzle this combustion.
  Take its toll,
              upon the bareness of emotions.
  Take its form,
              Caress the stillness of dawn.
It’s going to.

In the end…
             It’ll adorn your heart with harmony.
                       It’ll stroke your sensations.
                                 It’ll revive your unknown.
                                                        Just as it did for First Man and First woman.
                                 I’ll adorn you with blinded jewels.
                      I’ll stroke your sacred humanity
            I’ll revive your flourishing thirst.
In the end.

It is necessary.
It is said.
It’s going to.
In the end.

The earth cannot live without your breath
                                                 My necessity.
The wind cannot acknowledge your scent
                                                 My dialect.
The water cannot bless your beauty
                                                 My function.
The fire cannot start without your presence 
My boundary

It is necessary.
It is said.
It is going.
It is not the end.
It’s just the beginning.
A new creation of prayer.