For the select few, open upon invitation
The garden of peace, a place of contemplation
I shall give you the map, chart your destination
The night is dark, beds are warm
The believers awake, silently to mourn
The separation, pain, length of this sojourn
A heavenly light shines upon their deeds
Carefully planted, pure and noble seeds
With patience and humility they grow like reeds
Through divine submission and hearts that bleed
Steadfast and willing, fulfilling the creed
Forsaking all, for His mercy they plead
Slowly and surely the flowers bloom
Dispelling despair, chasing all gloom
All this cultivated from a corner of your room
Hear one hear all, for thought make this food
All who awake are promised a station that is good
Everlasting, eternal in the garden of gratitude.
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