GHUSL / غسل

Water, a material principle of my being
as supplication, I pour all over my body

(Knows about my measures Heaven
and determines it the right amount)

then I kneel (first helplessly cursing)
while asking in hope from God
all dirt - may slip
from me - please
and, here it is, gone
amidst
the shrill

Passed the storm
and I am again like, a clean
crystal, of the original me
a diamond from, Azal's
bowl, of Creation

Here I am again as a new beginning
And again are lurking, from all sides
the sins, like the wolves
from, the underground
forests
(who knows what not
in us
hides)

But comforts me the faith: ghusl is given
as a grace, all until the mortal moment
and even for one later
when in the, ritual
we arrive, to give us ghusl
someone else's, hands

and then . . .

My hope as a flood, comes up:
In Barzakh, they say, run the courses of two seas
May I sink to the bottom of the both!
only to, on That day
be standing, pure
face, to
Face

(Sarajevo, All Saints Day, November 1, 2014)