Praise Be To God, The Lord Of All Worlds Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Though frail my tongue, let praise be my start, O God.
Let every breath rise from my heart, O God.

The wave, the branch, the dawn's radiant hue—
All things reveal only You, O God.

The tear of night, the morning's newborn light,
Both testify to Your might, O God.

Creator, Sustainer, Mercy without end,
Your cures alone descend, O God.

The mountain, the desert, the boundless sea—
All proclaim Your decree, O God.

Ocean of wisdom, knowledge vast and deep,
Your imprint is what I keep, O God.

A dust-like speck, yet I call Your Name;
Make me a mirror of flame, O God.

When my brow bows low in trembling sighs,
Let my eyes behold Your guise, O God.

Let silence itself be hymns that rise;
Through my heart's window, shine, O God.

MyKoul's one desire, my single plea:
You alone suffice for me, O God.

—September 4,2025