Beginning in the first moments
after the Sufi poet Rumi was born 
pieces of him over time, began 
dissolving into all the elements of earth 
like sugar in water, and to this very day 
he is with us still, we breathe his breath 
in the air, we taste his words
in food grown from our good earth 
we find the essence of his verses
floating like seeds of light
locked inside the molecules from his 
body and being in the very water we drink 
his verses when spoken out loud 
are an invocation to the Holy Spirit 
they ripen us like wheat
for a harvest of the heart 
his words are written inside the chambers of our 
hearts like a holy sacrament, he who searched for 
God the beloved, or Allah if you wish, in church 
and shrine and mosque, to find him finally 
tucked inside the pocket of his own heart 
can we as Christian, Jew, or Muslim, or any faith
do any less, to bring an everlasting
peace unto the world, to be as one.