Goodbye to Ramadhan

I waited with baited breath and anticipation for Your arrival, O Blessed One.
For an Honoured Guest, my house I tried to clean and prepare.
I didn't realise the enormity of gathered dust and cobwebs crisscrossing the Opening of the Room.
It shamed me to say that but for Your arrival the Room would have been ignored, Empty.

You came, like a breath of fresh air, and the Room came to life with Your Presence.
As Your host, I tried to be as gracious as I can be.
Still I know I have not been the most generous and gracious of Hosts.
Outside distractions pulling my attention away from You, O Honourable One.
Would You still come to visit me again next year, I wonder?

Now You are leaving, O Dearest One.
Just when I have learnt to appreciate Your Presence.
I worry that without Your Presence the Room will once again fall to silence, lifeless.
But, by God the Creator of You and me, I will try my best to fend off the threat.
The Threat of gathering dust and cobwebs on the Opening of the Room.
All in anticipation for Your return...I hope we will meet again, O Beloved One.