I See The Missiles Coming, But I Duck Poem by Mohammad Younus

I see the missiles coming, but I duck—
Graced at last by the divine,
With a Missile Defense System,
Bursting Satan's strikes mid-air,
Before they hit my sacred ground,
Aimed to deal a deadly blow.

Sent by Satan, my eternal foe,
Shrewd, yet shallow, cunning as he waits,
A soul devoid of light,
Ambushing with trickery sharp and vile.
He seeks to break the spiritual self,
To see me falter on this mystic way,
Whispering lies of being unloved,
Of insecurity lurking deep.

So, brace yourself against his storm,
Through life's relentless cycle fight,
Only then will you rise,
Closer to the divine presence,
Where you find yourself reflected—
In the image of the One.
But beware, they've come for your heart.


MyKoul