The Eternal Ink

[Umm al_khair]

The Eternal Ink

 

 

I dreamt I was in heaven

 

Where an angel kept God's book

The angel was writing so intently

 

I just had to take a look

 

 

It was not, at first, the 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 the 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

Turning each page and filling them

 

Till all the space was gone

 

 

I thought the angel wrote to no avail

 

The efforts were so vain

 

For written were many pages

 

That would never be read again

 

 

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 kept on writing

 

And I saw a look of satisfaction

At last there was some print to show

 

For all the 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 records true

But most of it was blank

 

With just few words coming through

 

 

I knew there was some reason

 

But as hard as I could think

I couldn't 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 the amazing task

 

 

And what I heard was frightful

 

As turned the angel's head

Looking directly at me

 

The angel eventually said:

 

 

"I know you stand and wonder,

 

At what my writing's 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've been watching,

 

I must tell you what is true

The details of my journal,

 

Are the strict accounts of you

 

 

Allah asked me to watch you,

 

As each day you work and play

 

I see you as you visit the Mosque;

 

I see you as you pray

 

 

But I was told to document,

 

Your life through all the week

I wrote when you were arrogant;

 

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 I will tell the wonder

 

Of this Eternal Ink

As 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

Far from all the searching

 

Of knowledge to be sought

 

 

I just keep writing faithfully

 

And let the Ink do the rest

For it is able to decide

 

What's useless and what is 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

Allah's Eternal Ink

 

Will tell what mattered 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, you'll be embarrassed -

 

You'll 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

Showing 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 be

 

if only you had done more

 

 

For I record as Allah sees

 

I don't stop to even think

Because the truth is always written

 

With Allah's Eternal Ink."

 

 

As I heard the angel's story,

 

I fell down and wept and cried

 

For as yet I still was dreaming

 

I hadn't actually died

 

 

I said: "Oh angel, tell Allah

 

That as soon as I awake

I'll live my life for Allah -

 

I'll do all for His sake

 

 

I'll give in full surrender -

 

I'll do all He wants me to

I'll turn my back on self and sin

 

And whatever isn't true

 

 

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 lost souls to thee

For I know they'll live with Allah

 

For all eternity

 

 

And that's what really matters

 

When my life on earth is gone

That I will stand before Allah

 

And hear Him say: Well-Done

 

 

For is it really worth it -

 

As my life lies at the brink?

And I realize Allah keeps Books

 

With His Eternal Ink

 

 

Should all my life be focused -

 

On things that turn to dust?

From now on I'll serve Allah

 

I can - I will - I must!

 

 

I'm giving all to Allah

 

I now have seen the link

I saw an angel write my life

 

With Allah's Eternal Ink

[hodman]

Absolutely beautiful and inspiring...thank you for sharing I just love poetry,JZK

[Salafi_Online]

Salamu alaykum

 

Very nice mashallah, one small point inshallah, Allah does not get "Sad" he is free from such things.

[Umm al_khair]

doesnt he get sad with the disbelievers?

[Salafi_Online]

Salamu alaykum,

 

No Allah Subhanahu Wa ta3alalh does not get "Sad" with the disbelievers, rather Allah Hates the disbelievers. refer to Surat Aali Imran verse 32.

 

 

Sadness is a form of despair. Allah is either pleased with the believers or displeased when he is disobeyed. As for the people of KUFR, He hates them.This is why he prepared the Hell fire for them. Nor will he speak to them. According to Allah Jala wa 3ala, the disbelievers are worse then animals.

[Thierry.]

JZK I thank the you for this post. Inshallah I hope to increase my good deeds and make my intentions pure so that i recieve the mercy of my Lord