The Gold Chord Poem by Mystic Qalandar

A lover's soul hums soft and low—
A single thread of light,
A path unfolds for us to go
By grace's gentle might.

No compass rose, no chart of earth
Could ever dare to tell
The boundless depth of Love's own worth,
Its holy, sacred spell.

A whisper stirs, the spirits climb,
A call through endless days.
No map to hold, no guide to find,
Yet still it shapes our ways.

An unseen force, a constant chime,
Rings in the heart's design.
This love we walk, this breath we breathe,
Are truths the soul enshrines.

A quiet power leads us through
The longest, coldest night,
And lifts us ever toward the new—
The everlasting Light.

Each call of Love, a golden chord,
Each step, a hymn to You, my Lord.

—september 6,2025