The Truth Shines In Morning's Glow Poem by Mohammad Younus

The Truth shines bright in morning's glow,
A thousand suns bend soft and low.

The rising sun, a golden lyre,
Sings with flames of holy fire:
*'I burn because You light the sky—
Without Your blaze, I'd darkly lie.'

The moon dances on beams so fine,
Her steps kiss night, a love divine.
The stars keep time with voices sweet:
'We are the dust beneath Your feet—
Yet in our spark, the Truth is found,
Your love the pulse, the sacred sound.'

The rivers hum, the birds take flight,
All voices merge in Truth's pure light.
The angels pluck the stems of grass,
And every blade sings as they pass:
'The Truth is here, the Truth is near—
In every sight, in every ear.'

The mountains bow, the oceans pray,
The desert writes 'He is the Way.'

O heart, lift up! The veil is torn—
No more a stranger, lost, forlorn.
Your breath His song, your pulse His drum,
Your very flesh His kingdom come:
'I am the Truth, the fire, the spark,
The endless dawn, the boundless dark.'

The Beloved's wine flows through my veins,
My body sings though lips refrain:
'I am the flame that lights the pyre,
I am the Truth's undying fire.'

The cosmos veils itself in light,
A bridal gown of stars so bright.
Man stands as groom, as priest, as vow—
His life the feast, his love the now:
'I am the bread, I am the wine,
The sacred taste, the Love Divine.'

Take hands with sun and moon, take flight—
Dance where all names dissolve in light.
The Throne's great wing now lifts us high,
Beyond the earth, beyond the sky.
The unborn stars blink and sigh:
'These are the ones who drank the sun,
Who ate the fire, who Truth became—
See how their shadows shine as One! '

Now hush, my pen—the ink runs clear,
The world itself bends near to hear:

A breath, a spark, a word erased...
Before all time, before all space—
I AM.

—MyKoul