Hold my Hand

God," I whispered into the dark, damp room, "all my life I traveled the world and followed Thy path.
I saw every person as an open book, a walking Qur'an. I stayed away from the ivory towers of scholars,
preferring to spend time with outcasts, expatriates, and exiles. Now I am bursting. Help me to hand Thy
wisdom to the right person. Then Thou can do with me as Thou wish."

"Shams of tabrizi" from Forty Rules of lOve