“The Eternal Ink”

The Eternal Ink

I dreamt I was in heaven

Where an angel kept God’s book
The angel was writing so intently

I just had to take a look

It was not, at first, the writing

That made me stop and think
But the fluid in the bottle

That was marked ‘Eternal Ink’

This ink was most amazing,

Dark-black upon the blotter
But as it touched the parchment

It became as clear as water

The angel kept on writing

But as quickly as a wink
The words were disappearing

With that strange Eternal Ink

The angel took no notice

But kept writing on and on
Turning each page and filling them

Till all the space was gone

I thought the angel wrote to no avail

The efforts were so vain

For written were many pages

That would never be read again

As I watched and wondered

That this awesome sight was mine
I actually saw a word stay black

As it dried upon the line

The angel kept on writing

And I saw a look of satisfaction
At last there was some print to show

For all the earnest action

A line or two dried dark

And stayed as black as black can be
But strangely the next paragraph

Became invisible to see

The Book was getting fuller -

The angel’s records true
But most of it was blank

With just few words coming through

I knew there was some reason

But as hard as I could think
I couldn’t grasp the significance

Of that Eternal Ink

The mystery burned within me

And I finally dared to ask
The angel to explain to me

Of the amazing task

And what I heard was frightful

As turned the angel’s head
Looking directly at me

The angel eventually said:

“I know you stand and wonder,

At what my writing’s worth
But Allah has told me to record,

The lives of those on earth

The Book that I am filling,

Is an accurate account
Of every word and action,

And to what they do amount

And since you’ve been watching,

I must tell you what is true
The details of my journal,

Are the strict accounts of you

Allah asked me to watch you,

As each day you work and play

I see you as you visit the Mosque;

I see you as you pray

But I was told to document,

Your life through all the week
I wrote when you were arrogant;

I wrote when you were meek

I recorded all your attitudes,

Whether they were good or bad
I was sorry that I had to write,

The things that make Allah sad

So now I will tell the wonder

Of this Eternal Ink
As the reason for its mystery

Should make you stop and think

This Ink that Allah created

To help me keep my journal
Will only keep a record

Of things that are Eternal

So much of life is wasted

On things that matter not
Far from all the searching

Of knowledge to be sought

I just keep writing faithfully

And let the Ink do the rest
For it is able to decide

What’s useless and what is best

And Allah ordained that as I write

Of all you do and say
Your deeds that count for nothing

Will just disappear away

When Books are opened someday

As sure as Heaven is true
Allah’s Eternal Ink

Will tell what mattered to you

If you just lived to please yourself,

The pages will be bare
And Allah will issue no reward for you,

When you get there

In fact, you’ll be embarrassed -

You’ll hang your head in shame

Because you did not give yourself,

In love to Allah’s Name

Yet maybe there will be a few

Recorded lines that stayed
Showing times you truly cared,

Sincerely loved and prayed

But you will always wonder

As you enter Heaven’s door
How much more glad you would be

if only you had done more

For I record as Allah sees

I don’t stop to even think
Because the truth is always written

With Allah’s Eternal Ink.”

As I heard the angel’s story,

I fell down and wept and cried

For as yet I still was dreaming

I hadn’t actually died

I said: “Oh angel, tell Allah

That as soon as I awake
I’ll live my life for Allah -

I’ll do all for His sake

I’ll give in full surrender -

I’ll do all He wants me to
I’ll turn my back on self and sin

And whatever isn’t true

Though the way seems long and rough

I promise to endure
I’m determined to pursue the things

That are Holy, Clean and Pure

With Allah as my Helper

I will win lost souls to thee
For I know they’ll live with Allah

For all eternity

And that’s what really matters

When my life on earth is gone
That I will stand before Allah

And hear Him say: Well-Done

For is it really worth it -

As my life lies at the brink?
And I realize Allah keeps Books

With His Eternal Ink

Should all my life be focused -

On things that turn to dust?
From now on I’ll serve Allah

I can - I will - I must!

I’m giving all to Allah

I now have seen the link
I saw an angel write my life

With Allah’s Eternal Ink

-Anonymous-

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