Poem: I’ve Returned To The Lord Of Honour and Might – Novid Shaid

I’ve Returned To The Lord Of Honour and Might

A message from a boy in heaven to his parents

by Novid Shaid, 2010

Dear Mother and Father, do not fret or fear,
For I’ve returned to the Lord of Honour and Might.

Although you’re yearning for me with each painful tear,
Know that I’ve returned to the Lord of Honour and Might.

For I’ve returned to the Lord of Honour and Might.
He gifted me to you but now He’s summoned me,
Back to the gardens with rivers of pure milk,
And fruits the like of which you have never seen.

Forgive me, my parents, for I crept away from you.
I left you, then you discovered me silent and cold.
That was just my shell, my spirits’ flown away,
Forgive me, I was summoned, and I just couldn’t delay,
I love you but I was summoned by my special Friend,
He has no beginning and He has no end,
His light shone through me and I saw heaven above,
I gazed at children like me dancing full of joy,
Receiving counsel from our Prophet Ibrahim,
Although I stopped and looked back at your world
I could not resist my Creator’s loving hold.
So dear parents there’s no use grieving until you are tired and old,
I skip with angels, and there never is a night,
For I’ve returned to the Lord of Honour and Might.

Dear Mother, fear not that I should ever go hungry!
My Lord is ever bounteous and wise.
Dear Mother fear not that I should ever come to harm,
I dance in gardens guarded by dazzling lights,
I play in fields where there never casts the night,
For I’ve returned to the Lord of Honour and Might.

Dear Mother, now I climb up the gates of Eden,
Fear not because up here I can never fall,
I have even seen the face of My Loving Lord,
And now I shall never fear and I shall never grieve.
I await you on a day when only Prophets can intercede,
On the day when many will be slipping
Fear not, for my prayers shall never let you fall,
I praise my Lord in circles drowned in light,
I’ve returned to the Lord of Honour and Might.

Dear Father fear not that I shall be neglected!
For now my teachers are the Prophets and the Saints,
One day I shall take you by the hand,
When the scales are lifting, while the people shiver and stand,
I shall grasp you, leading you ahead
Across the bridge which will fill humanity with dread,
I will take you to the gardens where there is no night,
I have returned to the Lord of Honour and Might.

Dear Mother and Father listen to my plea,
Don’t worry, you have not heard the last of me,
I’ll be expecting you in the afterlife,
Don’t let this world blind you by its lights,
Prepare yourself for a place where there is no night
For my Lord is no doubt your Lord too
And He will summon every last one of you,
So smile through your tears when you think of me
I’m dancing in the gardens where there never is a night
I have returned to the Lord of Honour and Might.

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