Name: At the Gates of Heaven (Spiritual Poetry) - Najim Mostamand
Uploaded: 2022-09-18T17:03:00+00:00
Duration: 3 min 50 s
Description: Inspired by Sufi poetry and spiritual poems, "At the Gates of Heaven" is a deep poem I wrote about how to get closer to God here in our present life as opposed to just in a Heaven in a distant afterli

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Inspired by Sufi poetry and spiritual poems, "At the Gates of Heaven" is a deep poem I wrote about how to get closer to God here in our present life as opposed to just in a Heaven in a distant afterlife.

Often, we may think or believe that meeting God can only happen after life ends, but God is always here inside all of us. We just have to turn inward toward our hearts to find Him.

If you are interested in spiritual poetry, connecting with God, or just hearing some words of wisdom about life, this poem is definitely for you.

I hope you enjoy, and don't forget to like, share, and subscribe to my channel for more uplifting and soul-nourishing videos :)

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Full Poem:

The horses trot, the trumpets blast.
Here, at the gates of Heaven at last!
Names read aloud atop a hill.
Hearts swooning at the anxious thrill.
For a sight, a mere sight, of the Holy One!
The reward long sought in life’s conclusion.
Eyes leave shattered homes in frantic search
of the One who gave meaning to death and birth.
But they all return broken to the same place
from where they left, their image defaced.
God was always here, inside us all,
but we fell searching, lost in free fall.
All it takes are closed eyes and open heart
for the gates to open and the Soul to part.