A Light Descends, A Truth Revealed Poem by Mohammad Younus

A light descends, a truth revealed,
A guide for hearts, a wound now healed.
From shadows deep, where souls once strayed,
It calls the lost, the veils decayed.

The Purpose High: A Guiding Flame.
Its verses flow, both soft and grand,
To lift the weak, to steady hands.
From error's grip, it gently frees,
To wisdom's path, divinely eased.

Not just commands, but truths profound,
A balm for hearts, a sacred ground.
Each word a mirror, pure, refined,
Reflecting light for seeking minds.

One Lord, One Call—Tawḥīd Divine.
No rival stands, no name compares,
His presence felt in whispered prayers.
To Him alone, all hearts incline,
The truth resounds—'None else but Thine.'

In every leaf, in every star,
His signs shine near, yet stretch afar.
The heavens bow, the earth proclaims—
The Ever-Living, Lord of Names.

The Crown of Man—Dignity's Grace.
No soul is lesser, none are chained,
Each breath a gift, divinely named.
The orphan's tear, the stranger's plight—
All held within the Book's own light.

A call to honor, to uplift,
To break the bonds of hate's cruel rift.
For every soul, a sacred worth,
A spark of heaven, born of earth.

Justice Stands, a Pillar Strong.
Let scales be true, let truth be told,
No wealth nor rank shall justice fold.
From ruler high to beggar low,
The law of balance must bestow.

In every word, in every deed,
The call for justice plants its seed.
To stand for right, to shield the weak,
To seek the truth, to humbly speak.

The Peace That Binds, the Bond That Heals.
Let not the hands of war be raised,
Where mercy dwells, let swords be stayed.
The tongue of kindness, soft yet wise,
Shall hush the storm, shall clear the skies.

For peace is not the end of strife,
But love made firm, the breath of life.
A bridge of hope, a hand extended,
Where wounds are healed, and hearts are mended.

A People Woven in Faith's Thread.
A nation built on love and trust,
Where hearts are pure, where laws are just.
Not stone nor throne, but bond of soul
Shall shape the land and make it whole.

A tapestry rich with threads of care,
Where none are left in dark despair.
A bond of service, strong and vast,
A light that holds, a truth that lasts.

The Soul's Ascent—A Fire Refined.
In self's abyss, the ego dies,
A purer self, like dawn, shall rise.
By trials forged, by prayer made whole,
A garden blooms within the soul.

Through struggle's fire, through patience's rain,
The soul ascends, unbound from chain.
A journey inward, a climb divine,
To meet the Maker, to touch the Sublime.

To Mend, To Build—The Earth Awaits.
Not dust to waste, but land to till,
To shape, to serve the Maker's will.
The rivers call, the mountains sigh,
'Make beauty here, let life not die.'

A trust bestowed, a sacred role,
To guard the earth, to keep it whole.
For every tree, for every stream,
A testament to the Divine Dream.

A Timeless Echo, a Living Word.
It speaks to ages yet unborn,
To hearts that ache, to minds forlorn.
It weaves the past, the now, the when,
A truth unbroken, said again.

In every land, in every tongue,
Its light remains, forever young.
A living word, a constant guide,
A beacon bright through time and tide.

A Book of Wonders, Vast and Deep.
Its letters burn, its verses soar,
No speech of man could birth such lore.
A proof divine, a sign most bright,
Its words outshine the stars of night.

In every line, a wonder lies,
A challenge cast to seeker's eyes.
To ponder, question, seek, and find,
To grasp its truth in heart and mind.

So read, O seeker, turn each page,
Let wisdom dance, let truth engage.
For in its depth, in light arrayed,
The path of life, the soul is made.

A journey endless, a quest divine,
To drink its waters, to taste its wine.
For in its words, the soul shall find
The peace, the purpose, the call aligned.

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