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Sacred Union

May 6, 2023
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By Aarif Khan


In the quiet of the soul, where whispers roam,

A sacred bond, eternal and divine,

A thread of light, connecting earth to home,

A bridge of grace, where man and God entwine.

This tender dance, of hearts that intertwine,

A spiritual connection, heaven's sign.


Amidst the chaos, in the eye of storms,

In silent prayer, a voice that softly calls,

A beacon shining, where love's fire warms,

The resonance, as sacred wisdom falls.

In every breath, a gentle hymn recalls,

The union formed, in life's celestial halls.


From mountaintops to valleys down below,

Through deserts vast and forests deep and green,

The spirit moves, a river's steady flow,

Guiding each step, through paths both seen and unseen.

In every heart, the spark of God is gleaned,

As mankind seeks, and finds the truth serene.



In moments still, when hearts are open wide,

The voice of God, a whisper on the breeze,

A sweet embrace, where love and faith reside,

A solace found, where mortal worries cease.

In humble grace, surrender and release,

A bond unbroken, strengthening with peace.


With every challenge faced, and lessons learned,

The spirit grows, as man and God converse,

A dance divine, where wisdom is discerned,

And through it all, a love that's undeterred.

In every prayer, a soulful cry is heard,

The sacred union, of God's love conferred.


Oh, blessed be this spiritual embrace,

A bond of love, that time cannot erase,

In joy and sorrow, through life's vast expanse,

The heart's communion, in a sacred dance.

Through faith we rise, as we to God advance,

In sacred union, human and divine romance.


By Aarif Khan



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