Poem: Treading Sacred Paths

[Yusuf71]

In Memory of a Special Trip to Radio Nederland Wereldomroep (World Service), shortly after its closure; Hilversum,The Netherlands with Abdul Haq.

Gentle drops of rain upon the ground, 
Mourning lost forever happy sounds,
A reflecting pool for thinkers wandering round, 
Treading sacred paths with Abdul Haq.

Memories of youth in distant past,
Swirling round a huge transmitter mast,
While Angels whisper "nothing here does last",
Treading sacred paths with Abdul Haq.

Staring in the pool with heavy eyes, 
While Angels fingers point to Paradise,
Reflecting back a death I recognise,
Treading sacred paths with Abdul Haq.

A soft sweet figure swirls around my head,
It asks "why seek ye life amongst the dead?
Him you'll find in all the paths you tread" 
Treading sacred paths with Abdul Haq.

Gods unfoldment takes another turn,
Angels turn the wheel, new things begun
Presenting God anew to everyone,
Treading sacred paths with Abdul Haq.