In the Night I Converse With You
What is layl for, if not to be one with the Owner of Dominion? I uncover the veil of my corpus, sitting as intercessor of my own being, pleading without a voice. The sun returns to its hiding place. Bodies unwind, and I return to the version of You that feels true to me. The noises have quieted, my Lord— those who speak without pause, talk but never listen. Now, the moment is here, you and me. A conversation I make without sounds, eyes closed, heart laid bare. If You are one with me, then I hope You understand just as You reveal Yourself in Your other names: the Most Merciful, the Giver of Justice. Because I am tired of these revelations that speak of You, but feel nothing like the One I believe in. In the night I converse with you— neither to beg nor explain, just speak, and know You are accepting of this creation that looks perfect in Your image. Tiffany Putri