At Dawn's Renewal Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Though faint the joy of morning light,
yet night has met its end;
Thanks be to God—the dawn has come,
its radiance to send.

From veils of black confinement,
the heart has found its way;
Though heavy skies pressed harsh and low,
a flame of light broke free.

In shadows deep lay hidden still
bright streams of secret gleam;
The moon's soft smile unveiled the path,
awakening hope's dream.

For ages crushed beneath the weight
of grief's unyielding hill,
By whisper of the Beloved's name,
my soul grew calm and still.

From soil of patience blossoms rise,
the harvest of the spring;
Eyes once clouded by unrest
now wake to songs that sing.

Upon the desert sands remain
the travelers' sacred trace,
And in the voice of David's psalm
their echoes rise with grace.

Dreams once buried in the ash
receive new breath to rise;
The Phoenix soars from heaven's height,
flame-winged across the skies.

Each moment steeped in sorrow now
to comfort has been cast;
Through hardship's fire the journey blooms
with wisdom deep and vast.

Though reason whispered: "All is vain,
no remedy remains, "
Love's prayer transformed the weight of pain
to soft, melodious strains.

The night's wild dread, so fierce and dark,
had bound the trembling heart;
Yet with the dawn's pure greeting bright,
all terrors did depart.

The weary traveler, faltering,
with strength and breath near gone,
Revived through hymns of God's own name,
and rose to journey on.

August 30,2025