In the quiet hours before dawn's embrace
When stars still linger in the sky's vast space,
There comes a time of whispered prayer,
As souls awaken to the depths they dare
In the stillness of the night's profound,
A solitary archer's bow is found, Tahajjud's arrow, aimed with care,
Seeking the path to the heart's repair
With every prayer, with every plea,
The arrow flies, unbound and free
Through realms unseen, it finds its mark,
Illuminating the shadows dark
It pierces through the veils of doubt,
Dispelling fears that lingered about
Guiding hearts to the light's embrace,
In the sanctuary of divine grace.
Tahajjud's arrow, a beacon bright,
Leading souls from the depths of night,
To the dawn of hope, to the morning's glow,
Where faith and love eternally flow
So let it fly, this arrow divine,
In the sacred hour before dawn's design,
For in its flight, in its sacred art,
Lies the essence of a believer's heart
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The Light in Her Poetry
Poetry"The Light in Her Poetry" is a captivating collection of 100 poems that explores a wide range of human emotions and experiences, from joy to despair, love to heartbreak, and reflections on faith to life's journey. With a blend of happy, sad, love, s...
