The Light

Let there be… in the beginning there was none,
How could we find false, what was truth?
Of what is all around us that sign of the Sun,
Knowledge was not known from the proof.
The first gift given to those whom He created:
Light to see in order to make our way back,
From the fall that was felled out of our hatred.
Blessed with His cure but the vision we lack,
Because of the false preachers and prophets.
What did they see in kings, judges or even man?
Where’s the power of the idols, crosses, lockets?
Why was it obscured and polluted and damned?
The End… is the outcome of ignorant darkness,
In a world that is veiled from the prophecy.
But The Light still shines from His Oneness,
To those who believe in what they can not see.
Bright and brighter still in the Sealed Nectar:
Shinning out of a blackness that is white,
Penetrating through barriers here and after,
It is, The Light is, The Kitab is, The Light…