The spark of life,
it stirs within—
a light in the darkness,
a whisper in the heart.
In the Beginning,
it was more than breath;
it was God's command—Ruh—
not mere inhalation,
but a flame igniting the soul.
The life force surges,
pushing us forward,
beyond the edges
of earth and sky,
awakening in us
the creative will of God.
Ruh—the spirit, the command—
moves unseen,
yet always felt.
It stirs the heart,
fuels the mind,
and lifts the soul
to realms unimagined.
God's command
is no mere breath;
it is the unseen hand
shaping dreams,
carving plans,
lighting fires of imagination,
inscribing purpose upon dust.
It becomes the artist's brush,
the writer's pen,
the thinker's mind,
the dreamer's heart—
not just existence,
but essence itself.
The divine spark urges:
Create. Recreate. Dream. Act.
Rise beyond the mundane.
In every step,
the Divine whispers,
guiding us closer to the Source.
To follow His will,
to align our acts with the sacred,
is to carry His light.
We are vessels of inspiration,
carriers of endless possibility,
lit by the sacred spark
that moves us to serve
with perfect obedience.
The spark of life—
a command divine—
fills us with purpose,
passion, and drive.
In every command lies
creation's promise:
to transform,
to ascend,
to tread steadily
toward the unknown.
As the command takes hold,
a stairway rises—
each step hewn in resolve,
illuminated by divine verses,
dispelling shadows,
embracing light.
We climb the unknown;
each rung a choice,
each landing a promise,
a journey of faith fulfilled.
The Divine Intelligence leads us
to where dreams meet reality,
where purpose finds its voice,
where lives are shaped by His hand.
Each step is sacred,
a testament to the spark within.
We ascend, driven by life's essence,
toward the timeless, the infinite—
where wisdom unfolds,
where the will of God
meets the core purpose of humanity,
lifting us to all
we were meant to become.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem