Parting the Red Sea

I remembered Moses yesterday.

He is one of the mentioned prophets. Raised as a prince. Led a nation. Manifested miracles. Killed a man, was forgiven for it. Learnt to transcend his anger and impatience. He settled down and had a family. Meditated for forty days and nights and his nation went astray - again. His right hand was Aaron, the next in line for prophethood. He turned staffs into snakes.


Yesterday, I remembered him as the child in the reed basket, floating from the arms of one loving mother into the arms of a second loving mother.


Betrayed by memories of a prophetic dream, he was presented with a plate of dates and a plate of live, hot coals.

He had a choice. He had a choice between the easy life and a more arduous life.

He was divinely guided toward the easy life: to save his earthly life and allow him to fulfil his destiny, he burnt his mouth permanently when he chose the glowing coal and attempted to eat it.

Only after which was he able to accomplish everything that is mentioned in the holy books.

It was only after he burnt himself as an innocent child who had forgotten his path that he, much later, was in a divinely destined position to part the Red Sea and bring his people to their unique salvation.

Not before.

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I can relate to some of that.

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Which parts of your forgetful Self now need to be burnt for Me before you can be raised to the level of Moses and part your own Red Sea on your way to liberation?

Irretrievable, Lost

Where to has their Spirit flown?
Why does the blankness behind their eyes afrighten me so?

Is it because I placed them above me as my gods?

And now, when I have toppled them and
hacked them to pieces,
in an attempt to excavate their core,
their putrid carcasses remind me of my folly?

I am bereft,
bereft.

I am afeared,
afeared of all those moments
lost into the nothingness.

I desperately seek them out.

I wish to reclaim those precious pearls;
those granules of Time I can now put to better use.

I call out to them, begging You for reprieve.
For redemption.

For a miracle through which I can reclaim
those scattered parts of my Soul,

a spare sliver, an empty husk
of the life-term of any of Your creatures,
to add unto mine,

that which was casually bled in vain.

Unaware,
asleep and entirely void
of God-consciousness.

But Thou Knowest, as doth I

All of that is lost, fore'er more
And that there is infinite wisdom behind this.

The remnants of my being crumble
into the dust that I came from.

I surrender to Thy will.

~ Sukaina Juma
15th October 2011