The Eternal Path Of Truth Poem by Mohammad Younus

The eternal path of truth—
In the grand unfolding of creation,
where the tapestry of existence
is woven with threads of light and shadow,
truth stands unwavering—radiant and pure,
a pillar unshaken by the tempests of time.

It is the compass of the eternal,
the silent witness to all that was,
all that is, and all that shall ever be.
Blessed are those who bear its weight,
who guard its flame within their hearts,
who wear its radiance in their deeds.
They shall be clothed in garments of light,
honored not by the fleeting hands of mortals,
but by the echo of truth within their souls.

For truth is not merely spoken;
it is lived, it is breathed—
the essence of the soul aligned with the Divine.

Yet where deception treads, shadows linger,
and hearts, veiled by fear and pride,
weave falsehoods into the fabric of their days.
These veils, though gilded in illusion,
grow heavy with the weight of their own making.
Every lie is a chain, every falsehood a burden,
a step away from the source of all light.
The hearts that embrace deceit
shall taste the bitterness of their own design.

But even in the depths of shadow,
mercy flows—a river ever-moving,
its waters cool and cleansing,
its current gentle yet unyielding.
It waits at the shores of repentance,
where the soul, weary of its darkness,
may turn, may weep,
may surrender to the Most Compassionate.

For no heart is beyond redemption,
no soul too distant to be called home.
He who sees beyond veils and moments,
whose mercy outspans the sky,
whose love outlasts the stars,
knows the secrets of every heart.
He calls whom He wills to His grace,
refines in the crucible of trial,
lifts from despair into the light of His presence.
His wisdom is beyond our knowing,
His mercy beyond all measure,
yet His door remains open to those who seek Him.

So let the truthful walk in their truth,
let their steps be steady, their hearts unwavering,
for they are bearers of light in a world adrift.
And let the fallen rise—if their longing turns homeward,
if their hearts incline toward the call of mercy.
For He is the Forgiver, the Embrace of Grace,
who turns brokenness into beauty,
who breathes gardens from the ashes of regret.

In the end, all paths lead to Him—
through the clarity of truth or the trials of error.
For He is the beginning and the end,
the guide of the lost, the healer of wounds,
the One who calls every soul
back to its eternal home.

— MyKoul