Eternal Flame Poem by Mystic Qalandar

My flame shall never fade—
Not in time, nor past this mortal frame—
For it was lit by the King's own hand,
A spark of His eternal name.

I know not when His breath
First kindled life in me,
But I walk toward the unseen realm,
Where fire burns full and free.

My life is His decree,
A whispered word, a sovereign call.
"Thank You" is far too small—
Yet still, I give Him all.

We must obey the King's command,
Steadfast, sure, and true.
Let our days rise like incense,
Each thought a prayer renewed.

Whether shouted, silent,
Or woven through the quiet mind,
Heaven leans in close to listen—
No plea is left behind.

And when my strength is failing,
When shadows dim my sight,
He lifts me up on eagle's wings,
To meet the morning light.

So I will pray unceasingly,
From twilight hush to break of day,
Until the hour I see His light—
When prayer shall melt away,
And only the eternal light will stay.