The Beckoning

As I close my eyes and rest,
I take a long deep breath.
I try to block my mind from the chaos,
from the mess.

It's starting to take a toll on me.
They are starting to weigh me down.

My problems, my stress.

I feel the process of wear and tear.
They are more than I can bear.

My eyes still closed.
I'm more relaxed now.

A calmness sets in.
A closenessI feel.

A beckoning I hear.
A beckoning I feel.

Come, come to peace,
come to felicity says He.
"I'll take your worries.
I'll take your stress.
Give them all,
I'll take them all."


He beckons.


To peace, to felicity.

I have to go...

I am going...

Mecca

I am...gone.

- Jaslina Yassin-