A powerful dream of farewell and faith prompts reflection on the mysterious ways of the divine.
My Pretext for Paradise
Oh! Lord did a favor on this colorful world
When this Full Moon’s face He partly showed
What would we sinners be, O Tasbih, in this world and next?
To see the gates of Paradise he would be the only pretext.
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