A Prayer: The Promised Land

By Novid Shaid, December, 2010


Oh Lord,

I cling on to the rocks of your sacred path,










knowing full well I have stumbled

and lost my footing

on the firm ground of certitude and witnessing.

Truly, I have slipped


and fallen into disarray

since You welcomed me into

the Promised Land

Of Your nearness and knowledge.

Forgive me my dear Lord,

For I lost my focus on the centre

the kernel,

the key to everything.

Something caught my eye,

A puppet show in the supermarket of this world,

masquerading as  a worthy distraction.

And I followed it,

twisting through the blessed streets and paths,

Until I found myself,


beyond the safety of the city walls

clutching onto my shoulders,

with the mighty doors slamming in my face.

Then terrible winds thrust me in the direction of Hell;

And I suffered

feeling the remoteness from Your blessed space

exclusion from Your overflowing presence

which brings all created things into existence.

And now I struggle

hanging on to the rocks

which gives me some hope that all is not lost.

O Lord

I have truly faltered,

From resting in Your intimate home,

bathing in Your perspicacious pools

and picking the fruits of Divine secrets

in your prodigious orchards,

I find myself coughing up

the sods and dirt,

clinging on to a solitary jutting rock of hope

while the gaping chasms of my emptiness and desires

await me for their feed.

My errors have been lamentable and gross

My ingratitude unforgivable

But now I call on Your Benevolence

Greater than all the Kings that ever ruled the land and sea

Help me up again O Lord,

Give me the strength

to climb up this godforsaken precipice.

And grant me

An opportunity

to make some recompense

to plead for Your forgiveness

make me a permanent resident, O Lord

A true patriot

An established citizen

Admit me once again, O Lord,

Into Your promised land

Where one truly understands Your Loving Grace,

Where one truly realises

that nothing in this whole universe, ever,

can compensate

for the infinitely intoxicating and sobering vision

of Your  Face.

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About Novid Shaid

I am a Muslim writer and English teacher. I have written poetry, short stories, a play, and I am currently working on a novella. My subject matter and themes are related to Islam, Sufism, politics and also my job as a secondary school teacher. My work is copyrighted and any works published here may not used or copied without my prior consent. You can contact me via the "Contact Me" page, if you wish to use any these writings. I am keen to gain the notice of publishers and if any are interested in my writings, please contact me via the "Contact Me" page. Was salaam, Peace

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