The Last Long Jump

Dear Friend,

How far we have come from whence I wrote 
The advice for you, that was more for me

That we truly be not living, unless the trials 
cause our pulses to quicken, made vulnerable as clay

To prove that we be men, that we can stay the way
steel our nerve, and be free again

That we fight and live to fight, 
Thst we would laugh, and love to laugh.

How far we have come, from the fateful day 

when I asked for a friendship that would never die.

For Allah is EverLiving, Keeper of all that everlasts
And all things will perish save only His Face, and those that He keeps.

They will not perish, 
Save for Him to give them to us on the day that Everlasts.

A tryst and a promise, for He is the One in whom I put my trust.

And a man who believes as I do, he is not a martyr

In the way that you bethinks.

For he is a Champion, bred for success.

That he fights, and fights on.

A thousand fights, that will not dimninsh his cheer.

Who will accept nothing less than a miracle,
For he gained an assurance on the Sunday at the Isha, five years from hence. 

And he knows that Allah's decree cannot be twarted,
Not if all the men and djinn gathered in one place

Even then they could not stop, nor hinder, nor harm.
But Allah's decree of a surety will come to be,

And even then He will not force you,
The last jump and last hurdle are yours to make good.

And I am free by virtue of the Most Merciful, who helps whom He will with aid which is sure,
And those that He choses to be that aid, theirs is forgiveness 

And rewards that cannot be numbered

So make yourself free, 

I cannot come to you, 
For you must come to me.

Not in the steely night, calling my name.
But in the broad daylight, where all can see.

Be brave my young soldier 

And I will never disappoint 

For you have my heart 

And the heart of every true people

For the religion of truth, lays all before it to waste

And those that make it their foundation stone 

They be not destroyed.