A poem for Eid al-Adha about what it means to give a gift:
Everything we give was
never ours.
It was a gift, as was life
itself.
Dependent as we are, like
fragile flowers,
An unborn soul is seed upon
God's shelf.
Let yourself then meditate
on this:
A sacrifice can be no
sacrifice.
Death leaves one with
nothing one might miss.
How can one think one owns
what has no price,
As every gift one gives is given thrice.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Pachabelly. By Huma Huma. Music free
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