The Thunder

based on verse 17 of Chapter 13 of the Qur’an.

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something about the sea foam,
and love being thought to emerge from,
the tips of a force I’m too anxious to float in,
i’m thrilled enough running into the crashes.

but foam fades like pencil erased,
erodes when juxtaposed with what lasts:
natural laws, divine impressions that mold
our attempts to hold the truth of our lives.

the ocean endures because it is honest.
we, the vestige droplets of a rhythm made strong,
the echo or sign,
endure underneath, generating consequence

the disappearing froth
our thoughts, the mutable flame tips 
“but what is of benefit to man stays behind— 
this is how God makes illustrations.”

what is love then?
in generation.