Patience.

All the idols had fallen

And all the people had gathered

And all from each rooftop

They called out his name.

While they were jostling for a place

While they were striving for his grace

While they charged themselves with joy

While they clung on to what they could

He said “No Messenger has seen grief like mine”

Though Moses would have the calf

Though Jacob would lose his sight

Though the Baptist would lose his head

Though Luqman would shuffle in shackles

Though Noah would suffer curses

Though all these torments would come

To the Givers and Seekers before him

As each proved "God is with the patient"

He said “No Seer has seen grief like mine”

They could not know what he knew

That orphaned twice and widowed

The people would not let him be

The people would spill his blood

The people would poison his sons

The people would raze his house

The people would turn his words

And make him one of the people.

He said “No one will see grief like mine”

I see Saqi, the Archangels’ wings,

Hung like the willow

As he tells you these things.