The Rising Stars And The Signs Of Truth Poem by Mohammad Younus

The morning star ascends, bound by destiny's decree,
Yet let us not forget the evening star, its twin, rising free.
One heralds the dawn, the other the twilight's gentle embrace,
Both born of Venus, the eternal keeper of time and space.

In the East, it emerges, a herald of the sun's first light,
In the West, it reappears, a beacon through the velvet night.
The same celestial body, yet adorned with two names—
A testament to duality, to cycles and eternal flames.
At dawn, it whispers farewell to the receding dark,
At dusk, it kindles hope in the traveler's heart.
Thus, I decipher the signs where light and shadow entwine,
The sacred script etched across the heavens, divine.

When I read the signs of God, I bow in reverence and praise—
Whether in the visage of man, noble and pure,
Or in the verses of the Quran, where wisdom endures.
For both are but reflections of the One who speaks through all,
A symphony of truth, both vast and infinitely small.

Day yields to night, and night to day,
Each follows its ordained path, neither straying nor delaying.
Like waves that rise only to meet the shore,
Each fulfills its purpose, then retreats once more.
And so it is with the destinies of souls,
Journeying through life's myriad roles.
Hell is but a passage, a crucible of flame,
Not an eternal prison, nor an endless claim.
Those who wove falsehoods shall face the fire's test,
Yet even fire is transient, a means, not an endless rest.
But for the truthful, paradise is no fleeting dream,
Its gates stand open, bathed in eternal gleam.
Their crowns of light shall never fade or dim,
For truth is the key, and truth resides within.

What justice is this, O dwellers of the celestial throne?
If the lightning is yours, then the harvest is ours to own.
If trials descend from the heavens above,
Then from the earth shall rise the fruit of enduring love.
For every storm, there is a calm to follow,
For every shadow, there is a brighter tomorrow.

The future of the truthful is inscribed in the divine script—
A promise unbroken, a bond eternally gripped.
And so it shall be, as it was foretold:
The one who wears the crown of truth shall never be dethroned.

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