The grass that grows
The trees that shade
Should cause man to stop and think
Not one could cause a plant to grow
Though the think they causest so
But if it be that you are
Then try to give the blind man sight
Or try to stop a human death
Or try to go right when he command you left
Control the time with your hand
Make food grow upon destitute land
Then ye know the truth indeed
Understand the will of God
None is better then our lord
He is better to be adored
Upon my rest
I'll think of thee
The one you save me from my self
The one who strengthens me with health
You rest me down to sleep
And bring me live from the dead
Please lord bless me one more night
To forbid what's wrong
And do what's right
So I be among heaven sent
And not among the burning dead.
by N. Knight
Photograph: Ibn Hanif
Poetry: Nuriddeen knight
Nuriddeen is also a team member of The Guiding Friends.
