Every Moment Is A Celebration Poem by Mohammad Younus

Every moment is a celebration;
Why wait for a special day?
Each dawn carries the sun's first light,
Each dusk bids farewell in gold.
Why draw lines between
The ordinary and the divine?

Thoughts arrive unbidden,
Like guests at the heart's doorstep—
Some mundane, others wrapped in mystery,
Some clothed in sacred robes,
Others draped in shadows.
But I am no gatekeeper here;
The guesthouse of my heart welcomes all.

They gather—those who see holiness in dust,
And those who find profanity in gold.
I no longer sort or judge them,
For the master of these guests
Dwells behind veils beyond my sight.
I am but a humble servant,
A vessel carried by unseen hands.

So I trust in the sanctity of every thought,
Believing in their quiet perfection.
For their source, I know, is the Divine himself—
The unseen breath that stirs the soul.

MyKoul