Eternal Ink of one's Record Book
~ Eternal
Ink
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I dreamt I
was in heaven where an angel kept my book.
He was
writing so intently I just had to take a look.
It was not,
at first, his 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 his 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.
He turned
each page and filled it till all its space was gone.
I thought he
wrote to no avail, his efforts seem so in vain
For he wrote
a thousand pages that he'd never read again.
And 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
wrote and I thought I saw a look of satisfaction.
At last he
had some print to show for all his 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 full, the angel's records true,
But most of
it was blank, with just a 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 his amazing task.
And what I
heard was frightful as the angel turned his head,
He looked
directly at me, and this is what he said...
I know you
stand and wonder at what my writing's worth
But God
Almighty 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
have been watching I must tell you what is true;
The details
of my journal are the strict accounts of YOU.
The Almighty
asked me to watch you as each day you worked and played.
I saw you as
you go to the masjid, I saw you as you prayed.
But I was
told to document your life through all the week.
I wrote when
you were proud and bold, 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 is so sad.
So now I'll
tell the wonder of this 'Eternal Ink',
For the
reason for its mystery should make you stop and think.
This special
ink helps 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
So instead of
my erasing, smudging ink and ugly blot.
I just keep
writing faithfully and let the ink do all the rest
For it is
able to decide what's useless and what's best.
And the
Almighty 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;
The Lord's
'Eternal Ink'will tell what mattered most to you.
If you just
lived to please yourself the pages will be bare,
And Almighty
will issue no reward for you when you get there.
In fact,
you'll be embarrassed, you will hang your head in shame
Because you
did not give yourself in love and charity to Almighty's Name.
Yet maybe
there will be a few recorded lines that stayed
That showed
the times you truly cared, sincerely loved and prayed.
But you will
always wonder as you enter Jannah's door
How much more
glad you would have been if only you'd done more.
For I record
as God sees, I don't stop to even think
Because the
truth is written with God's 'Eternal Ink'.
O When I
heard the angel's story I fell down and wept and cried
For as yet I
still was dreaming I hadn't really died.
And I said: O
angel tell the Almighty that soon as I awake
I'll live my
life for Him I'll do all for His dear 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.
And 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 the
Almighty as my guide, I will win lost souls to Thee,
For I know
that they will live with God for all eternity.
And that's
what really matters when my life on earth is gone
That I will
stand before the Almighty and hear Him say, well done.
For is it
really worth it as my life lies at the brink?
And I realise
that God keeps books with His 'Eternal Ink'.
Should all my
life be focused on things that turn to dust?
From this
point on I'll serve the Almighty; I can, I will, I must!
I will NOT
send blank pages up to The Almighty's majestic throne
For where
that record's going now is my eternal home.
I'm giving
all to God I now have seen the link
For I saw an
angel write my life with God's 'Eternal Ink.'
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Two
angels are constantly by each one to note one's words and
actions.
One sits on your right
side and notes your good deeds
and the other on your
left, to note your bad deeds.
Surah Al-Qaf (50:17-21)
Behold, that the two
(recording angels) receive (each human being after he or she
has attained the age of puberty), one sitting on the right and
one on the left (to note his or her actions).
Not a word does he
utter but there is a watcher by him, ready (to record it).
And the stupor of
death will bring the truth (before his eyes):
"This was the thing
which you was trying to avoid!"
And the Trumpet shall
be blown:
That will be the Day
whereof of Warning (had been given).
And there will come
forth every soul: with each will be an (angel) to drive,
And an (angel) to bear
witness.
Qur'an: Surah Al-Qaf
(50:17-21)
We have been blessed
to receive this direct guidance from Allah Subhanahu wa
Ta'ala's Glorious Qur'an. Let us be consciousness of what we do
in our temporal life on earth and be self-vigilant in our
actions, thoughts, words and deeds always keeping our eyes,
minds and hearts open towards the spiritual world: for Death is
the Gateway between the two. Once through that Gateway, it will
be too late for us to realise how the things which we have
neglected or looked upon as unimportant are the intimate
Realities, and the material world of wealth and power or the
world of poverty and struggle which seemed to look important in
our eyes respectively, in this world were shadows that have
fled.
Remember "THE ETERNAL
INK" will one day be VISIBLE to us.
