Riding through the scorching sands
Came a Questioner
Long had he searched for the answer
Boasted with a midnight dancer
For the question of truth
Scholars and Kings tried
No answer would be justified
Until he heard the rumour of a stranger
The rumour was looked upon
The question would soon be gone
and he made his way soon into the town
'Show Me' where He is now?'
'I wish to see Him if He would allow'
'Show me' the Almighty if ye Believe...
The smile came upon the stranger
His calmness showed no sign of danger
As the stranger pointed to the sun
'Can you see Him with the naked eye?'
'No.. thy cannot even look up into the sky'
Straight into the Sun..
What is this disgusting Pun?
You show Him to me in the blinding Sun?
Surely you lie....
The reply was swift
And it created a rift
Which was soon set aside
'If thy cannot see the Created...
How can thy seek the Creator?'
came the reply
The truth made his head hang low
As the questioner touched his brow
And silence fell upon the town
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