A Whisper From The Burning Bush Poem by Mystic Qalandar

These words I reveal to you—
Not merely a verse, but a vow:
I loved you in the primordial dawn,
And I loved you in moments divinely drawn.
I lifted you when shadows drew near,
That you might walk beside Me through all seasons—
To see you, truly, deeply,
Held ever in My remembrance,
Gazing upon Me as though you stood before Me, unwavering—
Though I am seen not in form, but in essence.

You build a life still in My image,
For I took a vow from you on that sacred day—
When you were formless, unshaped by clay.
A vow not of dreams alone fulfilled,
But of truth: that you are My mirror,
Reflecting My grandeur,
The echo of My command flowing through you.

The secret of creating you in My image
Was never to shape a rival—
But to raise Myself within you:
My companion, My confidant, My home.
Let the constancy of My acts reassure you.
In every silent hour,
Know—I Am, and will always be—
I-Am, within your countenance.
For you are a spark
From My own burning bush.