Sparrow on Prophet's Tomb (saws)

Abdal Hayy Moore
 

O SPARROW
perched on a corner
of the Prophet's tomb;cheeping above thousands of bowed heads murmuring,
whose glassy chirps
hit high notes of purity
under the eaves
in this Mosque of God's Messenger that resides
in two territories of space —
this world seen,
the next world unseen —
in this shadow existence
of his signal presence
among us, visitors from even farther away than China
pass by to greet him, and in your little feathered body
is the swooping freedom
to come and go all day
to visit him;
speeding from a tall beam
across choruses of hearts
gratefully weeping or
tranquil with an ecstatic
inner moonrise
just to be here.

2
Sparrow, what is your name? Is it "Constant Devotion?"
Is it "I want to be near?" "Praiseworthy Friend?"
Is your name
"Generations To Come?"
You fluff your breast and preen your wing
where men cannot go,
you dart into the
dark of the tomb for deeper conversation.
We would all go with you
if we could,
squeeze our tiny feathery bodies through the
gold grille-work, past the
guards in their pea green uniforms,
to sit on a corner of the Prophet's tomb in the
dark to hear him
return the salutations of
such outpouring awed adorations of men and women,
each one
passing by that undying presence, trying to
sneak a peak through the golden porthole,
hearts boiling with
overwhelming emotions.
You land and sing.
You cock your head.
You watch us from your high perch with a cool eye.

3

Sparrow, you are more than a sparrow.
You are a continent of sparrows.
You are The Minister of Internal Affairs of all sparrows.
You are the song that laces the margins
of the deep message,
the message ofGod's Magnificence, the
Thunder of Tremendous Shock, Earthquake and
heaven crash of the
Stark Glare of God's Might.
You trill and fly,
your song like a tiny tune from paradise,
delicate celesta of celestial light.
The mosque in Medina expands
all the way to the
ends of the earth.
Forget about walls, where
marble pillars mark
the mosque's original dimensions,
the Prophet's precincts now
encompass our houses and the invisible courtyards of our
love,
interconnected
by sparrow-song, perched on a Turkish cornice,
singing to Timbouctou,
Medina song birdheard
around theworld!
Jannah

Recited at NFIE Mawlid 

Spring's Gift: By Hamza Yusuf

(Poetry in the Honor of the Beloved Prophet.saws)

I envy the sand that met his feet
I’m jealous of honey he tasted sweet
Of birds that hovered above his head
Of spiders who spun their sacred web
To save him from his enemies
I envy clouds formed from the seas
That gave him cover from the heat
Of a sun whose light could not compete
With his, whose face did shine so bright
That all was clear in blinding night
I envy sightless trees that gazed
Upon his form completely dazed
Not knowing if the sun had risen
But felt themselves in unison
With those who prayed, and fasted too
Simply because he told them to
With truth and kindness, charity
From God who gave such clarity
His mercy comes in one He sent
To mold our hearts more heaven bent
I envy all there at his side
Who watched the turning of the tide
As truth prevailed and falsehood fled
And hope restored life to the dead
Men and Women through him found grace
To seek together God’s noble face
I envy the cup that gave him drink
His thoughts that helped us all to think
To be one thought that passed his mind
Inspiring him to act so kind
For me this world is not one jot
If I could simply be a thought
From him to God throughout the ages
As revelation came in stages
I pity all who think it odd
To hear him say there is one God
Or he was sent by God to men
To hone their spirits’ acumen
It’s pride that blinds us from the sight
That helps good men to see his light
He taught us all to be God’s slaves
And he will be the one who saves
Humanity from sinful pride
Muhammad has God on his side
So on this day be blessed and sing
For he was born to grace our Spring
With lilies, flowers, life’s rebirth
In a dome of green like his on earth

(Zaytuna Institute)

Shaykh Hamza Yusuf Reading his Poetry

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vfr9Yz9Ez-o