The Pure Heart

By Ruhudeen Ali
August 18th, 2004

Oh pure heart,

Much do I endure,
to be like you - pure.
Much do I seek,
to be like you - meek.
Much do I suffer,
to be like you - tougher.
Much do I envy,
to be like you - friendly.
Much do I stress,
to be like you - fresh.
Much do I implore,
to be like you more.


How would I love,
to be like you - above!
How do I crave,
to be like you - brave!
How do I urge,
to be with you merged!
How do I supplicate,
to have your duplicate!
How would I beseech,
that my soul you may teach!
How do I entreat,
to serve at your feet!
How would I petition,
to have you remove my perdition!
How would I pray,
to have your company stay!
How can I request,
to have you in my chest!


Much do I try,
that like you I may cry.
Much do I desire,
to feel your love like fire.
Much do I press,
to have you as my guest.
Much do I sigh,
to wish you were nigh.
Much have I sorrow,
for I await you tomorrow....