The Power of Love

Would you know the power of Love?

Would you know the power of a kind word when the spirit of God is with the wind? 

Come with me into Toronto tonight.

Don’t mind the guard though under the bridge. I want to show you a human who some consider to be one of God’s lowlier creatures, a man who some treat as though he has sunk lower than a dog. I want to go up close by the curb so we can see he has spoken many a truth. The man is a brute, the devil seemingly gleaming out of his very eyes. His face grows ghastly, the marks of crime are graven in lines on his neck. But do not turn away because of that. I want you to wait. I want you to wait until he has turned his back, so you can see a devil in the form of a lack of hope and love, die out of the man’s eyes.

I want you to see that face flush crimson rouge, and then grow safe as soft snow. You should see the beast man tremble in every fibre, see his supposedly criminal hands fill in between the gaps of air and clasp mine like a toddler. I want you to see the tears that roll down his hardened face when he finds those that pity a soul that may be half in hell - one who knows the demons he is fighting, the worlds which he must battle, as well as the temptations he must avoid at every hour. May Allah bless you and bring your state to one of increased wellbeing, and forgive us all for our shortcomings. Ameen ❤️

It’s from الله