Outside, one sunny, college day I looked up to the sky “Will you be my friend?” I asked Between my Lord and I “I’m having problems with your slaves; They violate Your Path. I’ve been trying to stay away What may incur Your Wrath. “The thing is, Lord, I really don’t Mean to judge at all. But I’m just staggered by what they do-- I’m afraid, through them, I’ll fall. “How can I possibly improve myself When all I have are these ‘Friends’ who really only want To laugh, and play, and tease?” During my self pity I Suppressed a voice inside Suddenly, I fell silent and Was told of my own pride. I heard a voice within me call, “Oh slave of God Above! Did your Lord not demand from you To treat others with love? “Your Prophet, peace upon him, taught That to division will fall prey The one who stands up for their faith Towards the Final Day!” I heard an angel whisper then, “Daughter of Adam, don’t encroach Knowledge on others because It’s about how you approach! “Instead of critiquing them You should notice inside of you A weakness--a failure to coexist While still practicing what’s true “Don’t look down upon your siblings in faith Because they probably are Further along then you regarding The lives they’ve lived so far So before you decide to shun someone Ask yourself, ’Am I Going to regret their not Praying on me when I die?’” “Can I change what I’ve done so far?!” I pleaded in silent shame. “I never intended to hurt anyone I have only me to blame! “You promised, God, to answer me When upon you I do call; So please, help me tear down this Horrible, self-built wall!” The angel’s voice replied to me, “God answers; *you* must hear! Listen to these Believers And demonstrate you find them dear!” I vowed that day to try my best To find a painful cure To rid myself of hypocrisy To, amidst other slaves, be pure. And strangely, I felt doors open Showing me my wrong All slaves of God will return to Him And to Him we do belong! Discuss this article on the forums. (0 posts)
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