As We Move Forward, Shadows Trail Behind Poem by Mohammad Younus

As we move forward, shadows stretch behind—
soft footprints of our being,
silent, certain,
tracing the edges of what unfolds.

Let them linger.
Let them hum with quiet wisdom.
The voice divine descends from the sky,
untouched by doubt,
and we get absorbed in listening to it
as the morning birds too join the course.

Melodies of the unseen stream like rivers—
unyielding in their gentleness,
cutting stone with grace.
They flow forward,
though the rocks resist.

Beneath the unknown depths, a rhythm rises—
the heart keeping time with a hidden song.
Let it swell, let it spill,
let it cleave the silence.

It speaks with the certainty of dawn—
light pouring bold, unapologetic.
Morning does not falter,
singing sweet against the noise,
even as shadows stir in dark corners.

Gather the sound waves—
roots sinking deep into the soul,
weaving light through the soil of your heart.
Let the threads of your being entwine,
growing stronger as they reach for the divine.

And doubt, like smoke,
will drift beyond reach,
dissolving in the sun's embrace.

Your truth stands—
a lantern lifted from the marrow of your soul.
Raise it high.
Let its light touch the sky's edge,
radiant with the untamed beauty of the Creator.

MyKoul