Let there be in the beginning there was none

How could we find false, what was truth?

If what’s all around is that sign of the Sun

Knowledge was not known from the proof

The first gift given to those whom He created:

Light is, to be seen, to see our way back

From the fall that was felled down out of hatred

Blessed with His cure but the vision we lack

Why are the false preachers and prophets?

What did they see in kings, judges or even man?

Where’s the power of the idols, crosses, lockets?

Who was it obscured and polluted and damned?

The End is the outcome of ignorant darkness

In a world that is veiled out of prophecy

But The Light still shines from His Oneness

To those who believe in what they can not see

Bright and brighter still in the Sealed Nectar:

Shinning out of a blackness that is white

Penetrating through barriers here and farther

It is, The Light is, The Kitab is, The Light.