maktub.

There it is,

that feeling of undeniable peace—

like watching a tapestry unfold

forwards and backwards all at once.

It is colorful, threads drawn straight

from the hues of the earth:

sky a brilliant blue,

shepherd wandering through fresh green meadows,

deep purple of a ripe fruit in the palm of a hand,

amber gleaming from the harbor at dusk.

The folds of fabric settle upon you

and you know

so deeply and certainly,

that the universe beckons us and its voice is

God.

And His will becomes our quest:

traveling down a worn path of stone,

ancient footprints not visible but

felt in the heart;

hands brush along the surrounding fields

of bountiful golden wheat,

feeling the sow and reap of the harvest

echo over eternity,

and as fingertips skim the silken florets,

you sense that this here is your moment,

and it is as beautiful and painful as the threshing of grain—

a toil that is physical, tangible,

with rewards that are visible.

The universe has given this day to you.

And how beautiful that

the ultimate Weaver

lets you glimpse the tapestry

as it’s still being woven.

Feel the peace, knowing

you too will soon blend into eternity

as He draws your thread across the loom.