The foot
Leaving the ground
Is sacred work
It needs
To be honored
Turning
The eye
Towards the path
Is sacred work
Worthy of ritual
The hand
Reaching for provisions
Is sacred work
Don’t do it
Without praise
The knob
Turning
To open the way
Is sacred work
Don’t do it
Without invoking blessedness
Life
Is ceremony
If we heed
The fleeting moment
If we heed
The ever-present
l(L)ight
Hanaa Soliman