Lips & Quills

God’s Name is sugar melting on his tongue,

But behold—his hand pours ash into evil game;

He sings the Truth like songs forever sung,

While deep within, his heart forgets the Name.

His body stands where public prayers are said,

But soul-ward slips to taste the secret vine;

He scolds the clock, calls Time a thief instead,

Lest hidden grapes should ripen past their time.

He lifts the veil, then weaves another one,

Stripping the gold to leave a hollowed space;

He sits in broad light, appearing like a revered sun,

An age-made saint in borrowed robes of grace.

O friend, this isn’t faith—this is disguise;

The Beloved sees through lips and into eyes.

----Affaq N Affaq 

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