Posted by Yacoob on November 26, 2008
Seven years have passed,
since those fateful days
when my life changed forever.
Seven years are gone,
since those moments of magic
sparked my soul to life,
brought into focus the dream
I pursued in the years that followed.
Memories of a lifetime gone by,
empty and purposeless;
using whatever pleasures took my fancy,
to fill the void inside.
A single soul
wandered through hallways of youth –
the ones enjoying the best years of their lives.
I existed with them,
but was never of them –
for never did i find a companion whose soul took to mine,
never did there emerge
one who would be called a true friend
to this habitually melancholy stranger.
But looking back on this life,
tears well up
with fond memories of times –
both sad and happy –
which were always accompanied
by the Only Companion I’d ever need.
The One who made me,
the One who was with me
through every second of my existence,
and remains closer than I can comprehend.
The One who was patient with me,
in my times of adolescent selfishness and transgression.
Who withheld the punishment
for the evils I accrued
in my years and years of directionless-ness.
Who imbued in me modesty,
masked as shyness –
seen by so many as a weakness –
but now known to me as a great virtue,
something that protected me
from going down roads
which would permanently scar my fragile being.
Though in comparison to Eternity,
life may be the blink of an eyelid;
life has been immense,
and filled with uncountable memories.
Setting aside judgements,
and future plans,
Time stands still.
I step outside of my present hurried existence,
and look back to all that has passed,
and all I’ve become,
and express gratitude
to all who have been part of this journey.
And the most gratitude of all,
as well as feelings words cannot encapsulate,
is for the Sublime One,
to Whom I belong,
and to Whom I am returning.