- By M. Fethullah Gulen
- Category: Issue 85 (January - February 2012)
Fate sometimes blows As gently as breezes; At other times it blows as tough As raging northeasters Rendering huge mountains to dust, Rendering feet to heads Razing heads to the ground. Sometimes caressing woeful bosoms At other times dusting grief over merry faces A mysterious program Far beyond our reasoning, The ones open to mysteries Never fall on their knees. Do have the faith, then, Never be felled by confusion! Close not your eyes to the beauty Do not be stuck in the ugly! Behold Him as mountains do the sun! Watch ever for His Holy Light, Put the darkness aside! Keep whirling within the phenomena As the sage do! Glimpse the good sides of both pleasure and grief Relinquish gloom and worry If your willpower is bustling Become the spring of hope for all, If you can! Till the seekers of a tranquil corner Shall run to you; And those joining your aura Shall overflow with fervent happiness.
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