To Err Is Human Poem by Mohammad Younus

To err is human—
A thread that weaves through fragile clay,
We stumble forth, then rise anew,
As dawn redeems the darkest day.

Yet when the weight of fault runs deep,
And shadows through the spirit creep,
To cast the blame with fleeting breath
Invites the slow decay of death.

For truth denied will hollow hearts,
And prideful walls will fall apart.
Cold cunning builds a fragile throne,
Where mercy fades, and love is gone.

Those who retreat to veils of lies,
Eclipse the sun within their skies.
Like ships that sever from the shore,
They drift to lands of nevermore.

But those who bow with contrite grace,
Will find the dawn within their face.
Through wounds unveiled and burdens shed,
The soul returns, where angels tread.

Recall the words the Prophet gave:
'Upon His Throne, inscribed and true—
Verily, My mercy reigns,
And wrath shall bow to mercy's hue."

Say then, to hearts weighed down by sin,
The divine command in the Quran,
"O you who err, despair not so.
For mercy flows in endless streams,
And to His arms, all lost shall go.

Indeed, He pardons every scar,
No shadow lingers where He dwells.
His light restores the faintest star—
The heart that breaks, His love compels."

To err is human—yet through grace,
The vilest soul may find embrace.
In mercy's bloom, the spirit grows,
And heaven's door shall never close.

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