I received this poem from a person who wishes to be called Anon.
It is so beautifully touching, I need to publish it here, to keep it here...
Thank you Anon, from the bottom of my heart. May you and yours be blessed in all that you are and all that you do.
May Allah hold steady your hand
guide your pen
ever more daring
that you may steel your resolve - relentless
may He be pleased by the table you have laid
and bless you
and those who will imbibe with you
may He embolden you to dream
wilder dreams and may He dispatch
his most tender of angels to
cultivate the fragile
green shoots
you dared plant
in the bitterest winter in the most
desolate fields
may He grant you Job's patience
while you wait to reap an impossible harvest
shimmering fields golden
that you may be startled by the brightness
that only rivals
your own.
