a thought, or two.

on that copper ground, the hotness of which has no comprehension, when he lays down his blessedly noble forehead...

when he had, and will, let those tears of immeasurable mercy free, on our behalf, to seek pardon, for our darkened self...

when ummati is a word known to come from that otherworldly personality, in uncountable instances...

even then is his love questionable? even then do we continue in our mundaness, thinking nought for them? even then do we have the courage to forget? 

do they not deserve even an ounce of love? do they not deserve mention, in our every breath, with every heartbeat, with all that we are?

may the most perfect salutations and blessings be upon you, oh Greatest of Creation, and upon your blessed family and noble companions, forever and infinitely.