A Dream Of Eternal Grace Poem by Mohammad Younus

A Dream of Eternal grace—
I have fallen into a radiant dreamworld,
Where wildflowers bloom in endless fields,
Streams of water, milk, honey, and wine flow,
Butterflies encircle me in vibrant dances,
And honeybees hum their golden songs,
Weaving melodies in joyous, shimmering swarms.

Do not wake me from this celestial reverie,
Where the fountain of life whispers nearby,
Its soothing cascades a sacred rhythm.
Above, unseen, the birds of paradise glide,
Their wings a tapestry of infinite hues,
Each motion a brushstroke of divine artistry.

To my left, angels and houris sing in harmony,
Their celestial voices entwined with melodies.
Harps, lutes, and flutes weave a timeless symphony,
Each note a testament to eternal bliss.
The air hums with sacred joy,
Every sound an echo of divine mercy.

To wake me from this sacred dream
Would sever me from boundless ecstasy,
Steal the grace that floods my soul,
And shatter this beauty bestowed by You.

Do not wake me—I am content,
Cradled in the folds of Your eternal love.
Thank You, God, for this gift of a dream,
For the grace that carries me to realms of peace,
Where my heart rests, forever blessed by You.

MyKoul