Gratitude Poem by Umme Shahzayb

‎And there I will stop
‎to breathe in relief
‎and shed the grief
‎off my shoulders
‎and pause to smile
‎for the kindness spoken
‎to heal the broken
‎and be grateful for blessings
‎like the bird on a bush
‎singing hymns
‎There, where patience brims
‎Tears turn to gems
‎when silences stammer
‎and recite, the holy verses
‎the heart ambers
‎turn clayey soft
‎and flowers grow on barren lands
‎ emit the cool and fragrant breezes
‎and rivers flow in burning sands
‎May the sinful hearts be forgiven....akin
‎revived, guided... enlightened