The Inhabitants of Sky

By Tri Ardiyanto

A man wakes to the sound of cricket

The steps he takes against the current

with the intention in the core of his soul

It creeps and spreads deeply

like the root of date palms

The more he hastens his steps,

The more new roots grow stronger

So now the sky become his thoughts

So pure and white as the blank space

Nothing can cloud his eyes to Jannah

The sky unveils the uncounted blessing

If blessing has a thousand different faces,

Then surely no one can put them

in their limited memory

And he was once told about blessing,

“By the sweet breath of Allah

Once you love the inhabitants of sky sincerely.

The door world will be opened widely as what you demand.”

 

Tri Ardiyanto (Ardi) is originally from Surabaya, Indonesia. He graduated from State University of Surabaya with a Bachelor of Education.