The Fuelling Arms

Written by: Muhammad Shanazar

Nothing except wonder you behold,
Sitting among the modifiers of fate,
Radiating warmth, light of faith,
Transmitting through thin thread,
Heart to heart with ethereal link.

They throw you high into the sky,
Like a fettle falcon ready to fly.
Flight takes you to the world strange,
On the landing spots, you often find,
The same sacred hands anxious to receive,
The fuelling arms open wide,
Ready to embrace, infuse the power,
For further journey to the higher skies.