Of Love
For love is more than sweet words or carefree caresses,
It’s is not the solution to all problems nor some magic salve for all pain.
Rather it is to remember that I am part of a greater whole.
A note in the song and not the song itself.
Love is knowing I am not enough and there is more than this.
It is a distant peak I will never quite reach
And the holy shore that whispers hope of peace to me though I remain at sea.
It is the promise of calm after the storm
And the first birdsong of the new morning.
It is a hand that helps me if I fall and accepts the smallest gift I have to give.
It is the beauty in your face my love.
The gentleness of your smile and the warm touch of your heart.
It is the bread we break together and in respect with others.
It is the burden we made lighter as we lifted it for the other on tired and uncertain shoulders.
It is in the stories that were told to us and these songs beautifully sung.
The song of the desert sands and the mountain peaks.
The songs of our mournful hearts.
And too in the these songs for Huda
This Yemeni Princess, sweet child of Kano, daughter of a distant father,
woman of a broken heart.
Songs for Huda 