“the angels will come to them from every door/ may you be blessed with peace for that which you endured”

If grief could die
It would die of this grief
The moon and the sun would crack
Heartbroken, they’d fall into the sea
What life is this?
That joy and sorrow walk as one
This is no life, they whispered
Those knowers of the One

This is life, she whispered,
life without end
Over here, beyond these veils

There at days end,
When the work is done
We will gather, one by one
And relax in pleasing shade
beneath the throne of the One
All our sorrows will be done

Fathers and mothers
Brothers and sisters
Daughters and sons
We will lay down our grief
All our toil will be done
Hand in hand,
we’ll pass through those gates
Never again to sweat
beneath the heat of the sun

laughing we will gather, our hearts as one
remember these seemingly endless days
Marching one after the other,
measured against the sea of infinity
Won’t they seem less than one
Year, one
month, one
rotation of the earth
Round the sun
This was never your home, baby girl
Rest now,
your work is done

Join the ranks of Aasiyah, Safiyyah
Ummu Yasir and Maryam and Khadijah
Take your home beneath the throne of the One

Our cheeks are soaked,
our eyes bloodshot
though grief chokes us
We bow our heads and submit to the One
He gave us life and gave us death
And He gave us life again
Eternal and everlasting, life without end