Come Walk With Me. Come Talk With Me

Come Walk With Me. Come Talk With Me Copyright 2006 Linda Delgado All Rights Reserved I stood silently among the crowd Uncomfortable, yet unwilling to break free Each stranger wore the cloak of sin Their foul smell seeping into me. My eyes darted here and there I sensed someone beckoning to me and my heart yearned when I saw him Standing upon a lighted straight and narrow path His words wafted on the breeze Come walk with me. Come talk with me. My heart swelled, as my footsteps drew me towards him But then, I stumbled, doubted, and turned my face away For just a second When I looked back my panic rose Where is he? Where did the lighted path go? Instead to my right and to my left Only crooked, dark and lonely paths I raced down each with evil laughter following me Dark, cold, foul smelling places ending in an Abyss Panic. Awareness of my loss growing steadily He was nowhere to be found Not in these places. Only the strangers in that crowd Falling to my knees. Tears streaming from my eyes All my wrong doings spilling from my lips I cried aloud: O Allah where did he go? Alone now and frightened. Quiet descends The silence is broken by that gentle breeze And then once more I hear him calling to me Come walk with me. Come talk with me. There he is! Beloved Prophet of Islam! Now I accept him, most praiseworthy guide, Now, I am a Muslim, Now I am free.