salaam brothers and sisters.
this may be long but i guarantee its not boring...please read.
ETERNAL INK
I dreamt I was in heaven,
where an angel kept God's 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,
was marked eternal ink.
This ink was most amazing,
dark black upon his blotter,
but as it touched the parchment,
it became 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 it's space was gone.
I thought he wrote to no avail,
his efforts were so vain,
for he wrote a thousand pages,
that he'd never read again.
As I watched and wondered,
that this awesome sight was mine,
I actually saw a word stay black,
as it dried up on the line.
The angel wrote and I thought I saw,
a look of satisfaction,
at last he had some print to show,
for all this 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 angel's record 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 couldn't grasp significance,
of that eternal ink.
The mystery burned within me,
and I finallt 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 God 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,
and 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 wtote when you were proud,
I wrote when you were meek.
I recorded your attitudes,
whether they were good or bad,
I was sorry that I had to write,
the things that made God sad.
So now I'll tell the wonder,
of this eternal ink,
for the reason for it's mystery,
should make you stop and think.
This ink that God 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,
what's useless and what's best.
And God 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 Lord's eternal ink will tell,
what mattered most to you.
If you lived just to plase yourself,
the pages will be bare,
and God will issue no reward,
for you when you get there.
In fact you'll be embarrassed,
you will hang your head in shame,
because you did not give yourself,
in love to Allah's 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 heaven's door,
how much more glad you would have been,
if only you'd done more.
For I record as God sees,
I don't even stop to think,
because the truth is written,
with God's eternal ink.
When I heard the angel's story,
I fell down and wept and cried,
for as yet I still was dreaming,
I hadn't really died.
And I said, O' angel tell the Lord,
that as soon as I awake,
I'll live my life for Allah,
I'll do all for His dear sake.
I'll give in full surrender,
I'll do all He wants me to do,
I'll turn my back on self and sin,
and whatever isn't true.
And though the way seems long and rough,
I promise to endure,
I'm determined to pursue the things,
that are holy, clean and pure.
With Allah as my Helper,
I will win my lost soul to Thee,
For I know that he will live with Allah,
for all eternity.
And that's 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 on the brink?
And I realise that God keeps books,
with His eternal ink.
Should all my life be focused,
on things that turn to dust?
From this point on I'll serve the Lord,
I can, I will, I must!
I will NOT send blank pages,
upto God's majestic throne,
for where that record's going now,
is my eternal home.
I'm giving all to Allah,
I have now seen the link,
for I saw an angel write my life,
with God's eternal ink.