S P E L L

A soft whisper,

On the wings of the wind,

Like daisies and lilies and marigold,

Like rain melting the clouds,

Or a distant lark,

My soul shall taste the beauty,

Of rosy hue,

And drowsy numbness,

That thou cast upon me,

A spell so rich,

So warm,

To maketh my heart swell,

In mad pursuit,

In a trance I followeth thee,

Ye are but a sweet melody,

For a feverish heart in desire.

BELIEVER

He is to be felt in the seen & the unseen,

Verily there are signs for the believers,

Be steadfast & do not waiver,

For there are rewards,

Beyond thou imagination,

Thou shalt see & witness its happening,

And then shall it be proved,

Let the faith be blind ,

O ye believer,

Thy strength in in thy preserverence,

For when ye was in agony& thy heart cryeth out for help,

He was closeth to you than thy bossom,

And when thou calleth Him,

He opened his gates of mercy,

So open ye heart unto Him,

He who hath all knowledge,

Of days & nights,

Of moons & sun,

Of seasons and fruits,

So guideth thy soul to piety,

For he is the most gracious.