By S. Bushra Khan.

Morning
Cool air imbued with mist
Trees....black silhouettes
Emissaries before
The emerging, glowing, ball of orange sun
A King's arrival
The fields...filled with wildflowers and dew
Crystal blankets of silver
The air so clean...and soft
I have journeyed out of this dark forest alone
And found you there to greet me
Tired...your arms casually around my shoulders
To meet a new day
As we walk together within corridors
Of brightly colored, wildflowers
Mountains green with spring rain
Soft gray clouds hovering over and embracing them
Patches of sunlight here and there
I have arrived
My wedding dress...Jeans and sweater
Hiking boots...my veil...a sun hat
Ready to touch and to submit to the soil
To feel life and Allah (God) in the moist dirt and grass
The natural prayer rug beneath

S. Bushra Khan says: "I am a sufi poetess...I grew up wandering the woods of Winchendon, Mass...and found God in the woods....I am very much a New England Poetess....a true New Englander...my heart is in the earth...and I have found the Great Friend Thoreau said he could never find...I found him sitting on my prayer rug....even praying out at Joshua Tree Park on a rock in the desert..."

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