If you are not as beautiful as the sun
When it spread it’s light upon the face of lands and seas
If you do not glow as the full moon does
In the midst of darkness
Illuminating the way for life’s travelers
If you are not as graceful as the lofty Clouds
Spreading shade over life’s scorched inhabitants
Raining water upon their parched lips
Bringing life to their dead lands
Then I am afraid
You have misunderstood
What it means to be
A servant of God.
Zakaria Amara 