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Writer's pictureEthan Pollock

Jealous of a Pond by Rabia of Basra (c. 717-801)

When God said, "My hands are yours,"  

I saw that I could heal any

creature in this world;


I saw that the divine beauty in each heart

is the root of all time

and space.


I was once a sleeping ocean

and in a dream became

jealous of a

pond.


A penny can be eyed in the street

and a war can break out

over it amongst

the poor.


Until we know that God lives in us

and we can see Him

there,

a great poverty

we suffer.

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