Long ago in a time we call, the ‘olden days’
I spent my time wondering, of what were his ways

Many books have been written
Scripted with words
Encrusted with history
Some of which were not heard.

Filling the pages with words that he spoke
Full of wisdom and love, peace and justice they’d soak

Returning home they would come the next day,
Hungry for more,
Eager and fuller than the day before.

Each would pass on the truth of his words,
To others who had yet not heard.

Much he tried to persuade and teach of his Lord
Yet the ignorant and blind, would never know God.

As the years passed by, the message was spread,
Through the young and the old, each word spoken was said.

Allah took him from here,
From this lonely world
To be with his Lord
Transformed and impearled.