Spiritual Poems by M. Fethullah Gulen

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God And Man

God And Man Every human being thirsts for knowledge of God, craving faith; Their need is most dire whose minds have strayed the furthest. A needy conscience is healthy: its need is faith in Him, Minds lost in bewildering ways are recovered in search of Him. Abstract knowledge cannot, nor...

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Broken Plectrum

Broken Plectrum Broken Plectrum is a poetry book written by M. Fethullah Gulen. Broken Plectrum is one of the best examples of Sufi poetry. It covers spirituality, closeness to God and His messenger. “Poetry in this sense of the word is such an atlas of expressions arranged from pearls of words...

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Young Man

Young Man Young man, Give some thought to the terrible maladies, now a century old, that afflict this society on every side. There is no remedy known for such fainting hearts and feverish minds: crowds in the street shouting for no reason; people, become like fish in the aquarium, Blundering...

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Homesickness

Homesickness This spiritual poem, “Homesickness“, is written by M. Fethullah Gulen. For man this world is like a foreign land, a fearful ocean, where he flounders a whole lifetime among waves of anxiety. At every step and every station, he expects a dawn of hope to break; Morning begins with...

Boys

Never Worn Out

Never Worn Out An eternal ‘textile’ woven with silk threads, pure as rain, cool as the shade of clouds; its colour and design address all the worlds, unstained white like the river of milk in Paradise… Not a transient hope, but peace everlasting, from which begin all roads leading souls...

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The Pure Path

The Pure Path “The Pure Path” is written by M. Fethullah Gulen. One night I had a vision of the future so bright; there was a peaceful silence and was pouring light upon light. Things were being done with the precision of clockwork; centuries-old confusions disappeared one after the other....

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The Door Half-Opened Through Death

The Door Half-Opened Through Death This poem is about old age and death. What imaginations those coming to this world nourish! Imaginations as sweet as the joy felt at religious festivals! And yet the first step taken into the world is also the first step those who have come to...

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The Rose Of My Heart

The Rose Of My Heart ‘The Rose of My Heart‘ is about the love of prophet Muhammad written by M. Fethullah Gulen. As I mentioned you again, nothing else remained in my memory; I imagined you traveling on the hills of my heart. A mirage, I know, but it sufficed...

Broken Heart and Tears

Tears

Tears Tears are poetry whose words are written in drops, expressing joy and grief, hope and despair. When consumed with pangs of separation, melting like candle, man breathes in tears and speaks in tears. A time comes when man rejoices child-like with tears of joy, as he sees dawn begin...

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In The Bright Climate of Belief

In the Bright Climate of Belief This spiritual poem, “In The Bright Climate of Belief”, is written by M. Fethullah Gulen. Absence of belief is like absence of light, a dark night never relieved; it snares the unbeliever in a wild solitude, wretched in spirit, facing a stride away the...

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The Horizon Of The Spirit

The Horizon Of the Spirit “The Horizon of The Spirit” is about the death and the afterlife written by M. fethullah Gulen. When it is dark, souls busy themselves with afterlife, on the horizon nights appear to meet with Beloved. Negative and positive poles join at the same point from...

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Fall

Fall This spiritual poem, “Fall”, is written by M. Fethullah Gulen. A faded adventure experienced with weary eyes. Sound of leaves, beating in the ear with the force of strong, cold winds: A music of fall… The roses of poetical spring weep everywhere; Colors are plaintive. Nightingales in quiet lands...