At the Tomb of Lal Shah Baz Qalandar, Sehwan Sharif
"Be the doorkeeper, pilgrim Never let her forget the possibility exists"
The door is ajar
A chink of light shines through the crack
But turn away and you can easily
Believe that there is no exit from your dark cell
A chink of light
A mere shaft
Yet light is love
And love is God
There is a light shining in the darkness
And the darkness has not overcome it
Cannot overcome it
For it is the Light of the World
Dear saint, pray tell me
Where do I fit into all this?
Why speak to me of light
When I am not in a dark room
The light of love surrounds me already
What is this to me?
Dear pilgrim, your task is a simple one
To hold that door open
To push it out further
Bit by bit
And whenever she turns away from its light
To remind her that it is there
That the door which they tell her is locked
Is always open
And to hold her hand if she chooses to pass through
To that most glorious light
The Light of the World
Be the doorkeeper, pilgrim
Never let her forget the possibility exists
Never let her forget that love exists
And that Allah is waiting desperately to embrace her
Written 12/02/2023 Shrine of Tomb of Lal Shah Baz Qalandar, Sehwan Sharif, Pakistan
Copyright © 2023, Matthew E. Pointon
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Matt Pointon
Forty-something traveller, trade unionist, former teacher and creative writer. Most of what I pen is either fiction or travelogues. My favourite themes are brief encounters with strangers and understanding the Divine.
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