The Journey to Becoming

Wesir and Tut

Raheri, how many mountains must you face? How many stones will you stumble on?

How often will the same difficult paths and twisted discourses try to block you from your journey?

How often will you stagger? How often will you collapse under the weight of all the burdens you carry?

How often must the tears carve canyons into your face?

I the Silent One, the Living One, the One Who Lives Eternally, see and hear you.

I see the tear tracks. I see the bruises. I feel you hurt so deep. I know your pain. I know everything you endure.

You are innocent and pure. You are my son, and like the sun you shine brightly.

So Raheri, how many mountains must you face?

Till there are no mountains left in the valley left for US to climb.