Poem for his Mawlid, peace be upon him



About his birth the whole world knows
in the depths of its atoms.

Amina bore him and he was immediate
in his praise of Allah.

Some say he first did sajda, others
that he spoke the shahada
and then was silent.

Already at birth he was the Prophet of Unity, the
movie played backwards
from its glorious end.

His father Abdallah, from the tribe of Hashim,
died without seeing him.

The wet nurse Halima took him to her heart
and their goat’s milk flowed.

All the desert burst into sumptuous flower
from his singular presence.

The nighttime covered him
with its spangled blanket.

The day fluffed the wool of its sides for him to
tend it like huddled sheep.

A cloud went with him to shade him from the heat
at the desert saint’s surprise banquet.

(He could see the Prophet’s space among the
caravan leaders and
called out for him to fill it —
“Where is the boy who has come, by Allah,
to show me the Prophet’s seal?”
— a mole
it is said, between his shoulder blades, with
circling hairs like a horse’s mane.)

He grew up trustworthy among men for whom
this was a difficult quality.

He took from the cloth of Unity
the Black Stone of Eternity

and placed it bodily
in the side of God’s House,

cornerstone finality,

stone we kiss

out of awe of God’s Majesty!

1984 (from Maulood)

About danielabdalhayymoore

Poet, artist, collagist, publisher, hoping to save a little bit of the world through ecstatic utterance... ordered in balanced lines and unpremeditated images...
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4 Responses to Poem for his Mawlid, peace be upon him

  1. John Bryden says:

    Daniel, I’m very glad I came across your inspirational poem. I hope something of the same spirit is present in my poem, “The
    Fall of Mecca”
    — Warm regards, John.


  2. Masha’Allah — Beautiful words, beautiful work. I am so pleased that I was directed here.

    Ma’as salaama,

    nuh ibn


  3. Irving says:

    Salaam Dear Brother Abdal-Hayy:

    You lovely poem honoring the Prophet (pbuh) brought tears to my eyes. May Allah bless you and increase your love and wisdom as it flows through your pen.

    Ya Haqq!


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