The Pebble And The Dome Poem by Mystic Qalandar

My fervent pleas, like pebbles cast,
Rebound from hearts of stone, steadfast.
Each truth I share, unheard, unseen,
A fading echo, what does it all mean?
With love and passion, I implore,
Yet none awaken, none explore
The Inner Light, a vibrant plea—
They slumber on, unwilling to be free.
Dear Friend, what purpose does it serve
To offer wine they'll not preserve?
The soul must yearn, the spirit thirst,
Else gifts of truth are surely cursed.
The dome stands cold, a towering might,
Reflecting back the seeker's plight.
Still, I persist, though naught remains,
For even silence sings His refrains.
Let mercy guide each pebble's flight,
For even domes may catch the light.
The Beloved hears each whispered plea,
Each tear that falls, eternally.