I envy the sand that met his feet.
I’m jealous of honey he tasted sweet,
Of birds that hovered above his head,
Of spiders who spun their sacred web
To save him from his enemies.
I envy clouds formed from the seas
That gave him cover from the heat
Of a sun whose light could not compete
With his, whose face did shine so bright,
That all was clear in blinding night.
I envy sightless trees that gazed
Upon his form completely dazed,
Not knowing if the sun had risen
But felt themselves in unison.
With those who prayed, and fasted too
Simply because he told them to,
With truth and kindness, charity
From God who gave such clarity.
His mercy comes in one He sent,
To mold our hearts more heaven bent.
I envy all there at his side
Who watched the turning of the tide,
As truth prevailed and falsehood fled
And hope restored life to the dead.
Men and women through him found grace,
To seek together God’s noble face.
I envy the cup that gave him drink,
His thoughts that helped us all to think.
To be one thought that passed his mind,
Inspiring him to act so kind.
For me this world is not one jot,
If I could simply be a thought
From him to God throughout the ages,
As revelation came in stages.
I pity all who think it odd
To hear him say there is one God,
Or he was sent by God to men
To hone their spirits’ acumen.
It’s pride that blinds us from the sight
That helps good men to see his light.
He taught us all to be God’s slaves,
And he will be the one who saves
Humanity from sinful pride.
Muhammad has God on his side.
So on this day be blessed and sing
For he was born to grace our Spring
With lilies, flowers, life’s rebirth
In a dome of green like his on earth.