On The Divine

HIDDEN TREASURE

An Eternal Treasure lay hidden in the endless void,
Where space had no structure and no time flowed.
His beautiful Light was the only presence known,
Then, He willed His Holy presence should be shown.

A timeless Treasure, Who with meticulous formation,
He began to show His Glory and contrived all creation.
Whatever His pure Heart willed, His Mind would unfurl,
And the skies appeared, and the galaxies began to swirl.

He formed the stars and endless worlds appeared,
A beautiful earth bloomed, created to be revered.
And all with the simple command of Let it be!
Three classes of angels, jinns, you and me.

©Habib Dabajeh

GENTLE WHISPERS

As the sun dips low, with wings filled with ink,
His golden brush paints a brilliant landscape.
A tapestry of silence calls the mind to think,
To ponder this breathtaking display taking shape.

The wind, an artist, dances through the greens,
Like a poet’s open heart, wild with glee.
It twirls and creates nature’s unbridled scenes,
Composing sweet stanzas through Divine decree.

I hear a gentle whisper as it softly weaves,
Through a sea of sunflowers, erect and fair.
An endless verse, upon the meadow it conceives,
A celebration of life, inviting all to share.

Its breath is like a song cascading as it passes,
While birds and butterflies rejoice in their flight.
Each breath is a word, that dances through the grasses,
And the poem lingers on, like eerie echoes in the night.

Oh, blessed night! the moon overhead glows;
The wind still whispering tales through the trees.
As I embrace the quietude, a distant brook flows,
And a choir of crickets harmonizes with the breeze.

Upon this endless meadow, keeper of the lore,
Reflective moments invade the troubled mind.
For in this green expanse, our hidden spirits soar,
Longing for the Unseen and the Divine.

©Habib Dabajeh

IN MY DARKEST CALL

In realms where stars like lanterns gleam,
I yearn for heaven’s embrace,
Yet shadows whisper in my dream,
And lead my heart from grace.

The path is veiled in misty air,
I wander, lost and torn,
Each step, a dance with dark despair,
While noble hopes are worn.

I tremble at the fiery place,
Where sinners meet their fate,
Yet doubt cloaks my earnest face,
As faith begins to dissipate.

Oh, wretched soul, with burdens deep,
I cast my earnest cries to the sky,
Yet doubt cloaks my heart, it lulls my plea,
And still, my spirit sighs.

Yet through this ordeal, wrought with fear,
I sense a hand of light,
A Merciful Creator’s grace is near,
That guides me through the night.

For I am forged in kindness flame,
A worthy tale unfurled,
Though I may falter, feel the shame,
I’m cradled in His world.

With every prayer, a whispered hope,
A thread in mercy’s seam,
He asks for naught, yet helps me cope,
And stirs my heart to dream.

So though I stray, and fear the fall,
I rise to face the dawn,
For even in my darkest call,
His love shall carry me on.

©Habib Dabajeh

THIS HOLY DRAMA

I

We are merely actors, a gathered convoy;
The moment we’re born, the Drama begins.
We live out youth in comfort and joy,
And soon start to balance good deeds and sins.

In His Hands, the whole stage He holds,
And observes how The Holy Drama unfolds.

II

Upon this stage, and with the passing of time,
The processing of reason takes effect.
Some are born on the summit, some must climb;
Some succumb to burdens, and some happily accept.

The weak resist, and into confusion are drawn,
While the strong embrace their faith and hold on.

III

As adults, we start to question seeking truth,
Only to be ensnared by our selfless reasons.
And as the years flow, we reminisce on lost youth,
As time passes swiftly, and the mystery deepens.

We hinder ourselves with what we can’t comprehend,
In this play of uncertainties, and is certain to end.

IV

It’s a beautiful play written by a Beautiful Mind,
And has been wisely planned to be carried out.
Some see the beauty, but a certain few are blind;
Some trust the ending, while others foolishly doubt.

It has joy and heartache, horrors and glory,
But it was purely conceived as a love story.

V

As old age wanes us, we hold on to belief,
And trust The Author and His Divine Cause.
Unwillingly, we play our part with joy and grief,
And as death drops the curtain, there is no applause.

Darkness fades, and we awake to a lucid reality check;
The Author was always standing and applauding our entire trek.

©Habib Dabajeh

WE ASPIRE

He dims the candle, and the stars appear.
He blesses the birds and grounds their flight.
But, even in the darkness, I still can hear,
Their sweet songs fill the night.

All day long, and they never seem to tire
To pour out their hearts like Cherubim.
Birds show the soul that it too may aspire,
To never tire of praising Him.

©Habib Dabajeh

THE BARRIER

Life was so much more livable long before
I came to be just another pawn of fate.
The tide of youth has now washed ashore.
A man has become submerged in love and hate.

No longer do I hear those birds of spring,
That sang of beauty, freedom, and truth.
How joyous it was to hear them sing!
Believing I will always boast of the joys of youth.

At night I dream I’m forever apart
In this cruel world of sorrow and pain;
Until the mind awakens and overtakes my heart,
And brings me back down to earth again.

My joyous life myself I make,
Each night, as I lay drowned in sleep.
How often I pray never to wake,
For such a joyous life to keep!

Only in dreams can one restore
Those magical days of joy and harmony.
My youth was a fantasy, and now it is no more
Then a silent song we sing from memory.

I dream of dreams that never were,
But soon, I pray, the dawn will draw near.
For then I shall cross the Barrier,
And be with the Love that brought me here.

©Habib Dabajeh

T.S.M

A fool with no brains and two eyes blind,
Demanded answers to some questions asked.
Three things created that transfix the mind,
Where everything conceived has been amassed
By the Eternal Pen shivering with Light.

The first has a present, a future, and a past.
The second has breadth, length, and height,
And the third has solid, liquid, and gas.
We created mortals cannot reason and construe,
Nor can the wisest minds ever break through,
These Three Constituents that were created by He.
For surely, He cannot be contained by the Three.
Everything created into darkness will descend,
Yet, He remains, without beginning or end.

©Habib Dabajeh

SOUL SCHOOL

When thoughts unwillingly take control,
And thick clouds gather to blind the soul;
The mind becomes adrift in an ocean of sin,
As it fights rough waves back to The Whole.

With hope as our guide, we stay on course,
And live our lives with laws without remorse.
With longing and prayer, we make our way,
Like a moth to a candle, we burn for The Source.

Death is a harsh road and without end,
But faith beckons us to trust ‘The Friend’.
How many souls have traveled down this road,
A road no living soul can comprehend?

Although a fortunate few have gone to see,
And miraculously returned back to reality;
To explain what’s behind the veil, they cannot;
Since Fate has blurred their memory.

The seed of sorrow is planted in every breast,
And causes the pondering mind pain without rest.
His Mercy has depth, like an infinite sea;
If your number comes up, He decides what’s best.

What now I feel is what my heart tells me;
What any human, or fool can plainly see;
Sorrow has been written for the soul,
And that which has been written, must be.

©Habib Dabajeh

SOLE KEY

If He offered you a thousand nights-
A thousand nights your soul to redeem;
You could sleep a thousand nights,
But of Him, you would not dream.

If He filled your mind with endless thoughts,
And gave you infinite words at will;
To describe Him, you could not.
In your mind, He would be hidden still.

If He indulged your eyes to look upon Him,
And all His glory stretched to eternity;
To look upon His Face, you cannot.
No mortal such Beauty can see.

If He offered your ears the songs of Seraphim,
And every sound gratify to your ear;
You would hear what no mortal heard,
But His sweet Voice, you would not hear.

If He tossed you the keys to the universe;
And no door in all creation to you is denied.
You will open and enter every hidden door,
But will find His door sealed from the inside.

If He opened the windows to Heaven and Hell,
And showed how the souls He will debate.
You will know the true Balance of Justice,
But He will not reveal your fate.

If He sends the Dark Angel for a chat,
And you discuss the imminent death knell.
He will show you both fear and joy,
But, as for your hour, He will not tell.

You saw and heard what no mortal should,
Enough to cause any soul to come apart;
And in the end, Death cries out,
“I am the only key to His Heart.”

©Habib Dabajeh

SHOW TO ME

Show me a man who guides and inspires,
While he privately shields his own doubts.
One who sleeps in tears when he retires,
But smiles in public, jokes, and joyfully shouts.

He who consoles the pains of others,
But hides his own pain with laughter.
Who is unloved, but encourages lovers
To chase whatever dream they’re after.

Is there such a man who loves his foe?
Whose hidden faults the world will never see?
That mercy, generosity, and love to me show;
That fearing man of God, show to me.

©Habib Dabajeh