Power of Love

Though omnipresent force, some call it weak.

Soft and hard, could it be both false and true?

Some say it’s no more than a rosy cheek:

Why, then, is a flower so hard to subdue?

 

Is it a power only in its action?

No, for it lives beyond physical border,

A long journey, sublating mere attraction,

A deep wound, needing absence of order.

 

From the tall cradle to the deep earthy bed,

Its presence will continue to live on:

Among the clash of steel it remains undead,

In a world of fire, it has always shone.

 

Yes, its name is that which makes one insane:

My fond heart, is its pleasure worth its pain?

 

By Hasan Habib

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  1. Love obeys do not condemn. What we have in ISIS obeying the Quran would not exist had they not resist the God of love.

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