Every one has their golden days,
It's more than just a phrase, or phase,
We've all tasted love in some way or other,
More or less, from time to time.
Perhaps they only linger in our memories now,
Those golden days that disappeared somehow,
Only sometimes sharply reappearing
In the open vistas of our minds.
Or maybe golden days are here right now,
Swimming without effort with the tao,
As we live our lives from moment
To moment, from time to time.
And sitting in the stillness of the night
I see our life in its true light:
There are so many ways to be in love,
As you live your golden days.
And as our days go gliding past
We gently come to realise at last
That as they left this world behind,
We lived and loved and finally, let go
Only to live on, in a different way,
Beyond our deaths and judgement day,
Some in the Garden, some in the Fire,
Our ever lasting, dark or shining, timeless
The Islamic Charitable Trust