Mourning does end the minute Death leaves,
The two doors of sight, so youthful thought;
So, like that breeze that gives Man youth,
It’s gone and gone like a drop of dew.
But Man still cries his tears to streams,
And still his soul for Him doesn’t scream.
Man craves eternity of his youth,
A life like Khizr* but without virtue;
But he knows not that he lives a dream,
Where Life is a debt to Owner due.
But Man does forget this moral sublime;
When slumber confounds his senses so.
Blind to the truth that yawns deep in,
He sleeps and forgets, this valley of time.
*Khizr or Khidr is a Prophet of God who drank the Elixr of Life and gained eternal life. Some scholars say that he lives among us. For more information on Khizr go here.
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The Weaver (@theweavrs) April 01, 2016
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