A hundred beings like me can turn to dust
A thousand take my place who in Him trust
“Why,” he asks, “do you gaze in my face?”
“You are the light that dominates all space.”
So where else in creation would I look?
You are the stars, the ocean, mountain, brook.
As Ishmael turned his bare breast to the knife
To Abraham and Him I give my life
Of flamboyance my love is now accused
My heart’s a drum, its beating is excused
By he who sent an Issah to the fight
To spread the vision of the light on light.