A hero comes home


In the early hours of dawn
There was a commotion
An entourage of seers
People surrounding another
Or two, darkness all around
The were loud voices and pain
The surrounds were bleak
There must have been a village
Of people surrounding the one in pain
“Rabbana ighfir a’layna Rabbighfirli”
“Oh My Lord, forgive us,
Oh My Lord, forgive me.”
The words I hear .
The lone horse rider arrives on a great white horse
Next moment , the two  are venturing
A slow ride
Two riders, through green mountains dotted with flowers
As the sun rising from behind them casts their shadows
The conversation between the two a friendly murmur
As if known to one another for a long time
Like two old friends who have not met
For years
One on a white steed the other dark brown
The valley they travel , a peaceful one
Their faces are not visible as they shine with light
Their clothings are flowing
It isn’t very clear
The horses are bigger and taller than I
Who witnesses
The riders, on their journey
One who came to accompany the other
As a hero goes home.
Behind the mountain at the next turn
A valley of welcomers, pointing and
Reciting a welcome and salutations
“Allah humma solli ala Muhammad
Wa ala alihi wa sallim”
Our hero is home, at last.
~LorraineNur~

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