Beautiful poem I found. Not sure who wrote it or whether its true. Eternal Ink I dreamed I was in heaven Where an angel kept Allahs book. He was writing so intently I just had to take a look. It was not, at first, his writing That made me stop and think But the fluid in the bottle That was marked eternal ink. This ink was most amazing, Dark black upon his blotter But as it touched the parchment It became as clear as water. The angel kept on writing, But as quickly as a wink The words were disappearing With that strange eternal ink. The angel took no notice, But kept writing on and on. He turned each page and filled it Till all its space was gone. I thought he wrote to no avail, His efforts were so vain For he wrote a thousand pages That hed never read again. And as I watched and wondered that This awesome sight was mine, I actually saw a word stay black As it dried upon the line. The angel wrote and I thought I saw A look of satisfaction. At last he had some print to show For all his earnest action. A line or two dried dark and stayed As black as black can be, But strangely the next paragraph Became invisible to see. The book was getting fuller, The angels records true, But most of it was blank, with Just a few words coming through. I knew there was some reason, But as hard as I could think, I couldnt grasp the significance Of that eternal ink. The mystery burned within me, And I finally dared to ask The angel to explain to me Of his amazing task. And what I heard was frightful As the angel turned his head. He looked directly at me, And this is what he said... I know you stand and wonder At what my writings worth But Allah has told me to record The lives of those on earth. The book that I am filling Is an accurate account Of every word and action And to what they do amount. And since you have been watching I must tell you what is true; The details of my journal Are the strict accounts of YOU. The Lord asked me to watch you As each day you worked and played. I saw you as you went to the masjid, I saw you as you prayed. But I was told to document Your life through all the week. I wrote when you were proud and bold, I wrote when you were meek. I recorded all your attitudes Whether they were good or bad. I was sorry that I had to write The things that make Allah sad. So now Ill tell the wonder Of this eternal ink, For the reason for its mystery Should make you stop and think. This ink that Allah created To help me keep my journal Will only keep a record of Things that are eternal. So much of life is wasted On things that matter not So instead of my erasing, Smudging ink and ugly blot. I just keep writing faithfully and Let the ink do all the rest For it is able to decide Whats useless and whats best. And Allah ordained that as I write Of all you do and say Your deeds that count for nothing Will just disappear away. When books are opened someday, As sure as heaven is true; The Lords eternal ink will tell What mattered most to you. If you just lived to please yourself The pages will be bare, And Allah will issue no reward For you when you get there. In fact, youll be embarrassed, You will hang your head in shame Because you did not give yourself In love to Allahs Name. Yet maybe there will be a few Recorded lines that stayed That showed the times you truly cared, Sincerely loved and prayed. But you will always wonder As you enter heavens door How much more glad you would have been If only youd done more. For I record as Allah sees, I dont stop to even think Because the truth is written With Allahs eternal ink. When I heard the angels story I fell down and wept and cried For as yet I still was dreaming I hadnt really died. And I said: O angel tell the Lord That soon as I awake Ill live my life for Allah- Ill do all for His dear sake. Ill give in full surrender; Ill do all He wants me to; Ill turn my back on self and sin And whatever isnt true. And though the way seems long and rough I promise to endure. Im determined to pursue the things That are holy, clean and pure. With Allah as my helper, I will win lost souls to Thee, For I know that they will live withAllah For all eternity. And thats what really matters When my life on earth is gone That I will stand before the Lord And hear Him say, well done. For is it really worth it As my life lies at the brink? And I realize that Allah keeps books With His eternal ink. Should all my life be focused On things that turn to dust? From this point on Ill serve the Lord; I can, I will, I must! I will NOT send blank pages Up to Allahs majestic throne For where that records going now Is my eternal home. Im giving all to Allah I now have seen the link For I saw an angel write my life With Allahs eternal ink. ..Indeed it is in the remembrance of Allah that the hearts find rest.. (13:28)
Posted on: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 23:28:52 +0000
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