http://www.danielmoorepoetry.com Muhammad's Birth (peace of Allah be upon him) by Daniel Abdal Hayy Moore About his birth the whole world knows in the depths of its atoms. Amina bore him and he was immediate in his praise of Allah. Some say he first did sajda, others that he spoke the shahada and then was silent. Already at birth he was the Prophet of Unity, the movie played backwards from its glorious end. His father Abdallah, from the tribe of Hashim, died without seeing him. The wet nurse Halima took him to her heart and their goat's milk flowed. All the desert burst into sumptuous flower from his singular presence. The nighttime covered him with its spangled blanket. The day fluffed the wool of its sides for him to tend it like huddled sheep. A cloud went with him to shade him from the heat at the desert saint's surprise banquet. (He could see the Prophet's space among the caravan leaders and called out for him to fill it – "Where is the boy who has come, by Allah, to show me the Prophet's seal?" – a mole it is said, between his shoulder blades, with circling hairs like a horse's mane.) He grew up trustworthy among men for whom this was a difficult quality. He took from the cloth of Unity the Black Stone of Eternity and placed it bodily in the side of God's House, cornerstone finality, stone we kiss out of awe of God's Majesty!
