The meeting

The Meeting

As water runs through the body and enters every pore. 

As water rakes through the hair.

As hope lits the face; with the prospect of standing before the Lord of the worlds.

As tears shimmer in the eyes and drop with every word said to the Lord of the worlds.

As shoulders drop in weariness.

As relief comes from prostrations in submission, and the lips muttering every single word filled with emotions.

The meeting with my Lord has come.

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