My sight beheld the honeyed plane
In a place where no man would wish to be
It peered towards, infinity
My sight shortened, and yet saw more
But not by eyes, not these instruments that glow.
But by another, I cannot know
Imagine if you but would
The noblest of us all, rejected, cursed
And made to run from children throwing stones
And when the angel did appear to his command
He offered a chance that their children might right
The wrong they did that day, etched upon our memories
So that when all Arabia in turmoil did revolt
Not so the Children of Taif, they did not bend
The Messenger’s hopes were well founded
But greater still those words laid out a choice
Made clear that their chance would appear
And thus it did and they proved true.
The power of hope cannot be thwarted
Not by all false religions that brood with fear
That cause men to wrong, to wrong ..
and yet think they right.
That they be justified in their denial
Of God’s goodness being not restrained
His hands are not tied, you fools, you lie
But peace is upon those who believe
And they do not have to be your people, your kin.
No fear with attach to them, nor will they grieve.
I was given the sight to know.
That I would protected, in that worst of places
That I would not stop, nor bend with fear
That I might offer the choice to one other
Who has proved true, this long year all through
Let not fear, nor obfuscating argument be your screen
Choose with your heart, and feel real.
(C) Shafees, London
9th October 2021
I tell you
ReplyDeleteI tell you
I hath not lied.
Maybe this was what the Quran terms “Ayn al-Qalb” lit. the eye of the heart. Or maybe better the sight of the heart.
ReplyDeleteAnd maybe it is called so because when you look, you look with your eyes, but you see with your heart. And God knows best.
Indeed when God wants to curse a person He makes fair seeming to them their actions, and they justify the evil that they do so easily.
And when He wants to do good to a person then He makes clear the choice (between belief and disbelief). And that is a far far blessed place to be in, than to live life without the clear choice being presented.
And as for me, by God’s good grace .. I call to the religion of truth. And that is the greatest gift that any could have.
This year of writing has been a blessing, in my advocation of truth.
May you, my dear reader, glean from it the best and be elevated by reason of it. Aameen.