Alyisa | Unrecorded Date ETERNAL INK by Craig F. Pit > > I dreamed 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 > > That was marked eternal ink. > > This ink was most amazing, > > Dark black upon his 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. > > He turned each page and filled it > > Till all its 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. > > And 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 wrote and I thought I saw > > A look of satisfaction. > > At last he had some print to show > > For all his 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 a 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 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 writing's 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 > > Are 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 wrote when you were proud and bold, > > 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 God sad. > > So now I'll tell the wonder > > Of this eternal ink, > > For the reason for its 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 just lived to please 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 stop to even 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 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; > > 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 lost souls to Thee, > > For I know that they 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 at the brink? > > And I realize 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 > > Up to God's majestic throne > > For where that record's going now > > Is my eternal home. > > I'm giving all to Allah > > I now have seen the link > > For I saw an angel write my life > > With God's eternal ink |