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The Divine Proposal

This poem offers a meditative reflection on divine love, symbolizing the profound reciprocity between human initiative and the boundless response of the divine. It suggests that a single step toward the sacred is reciprocated with an infinite journey of care, support, and grace. The poem’s vivid imagery contrasts minimal human effort with overwhelming divine commitment, invoking spiritual assurance and hope, while evoking themes of surrender and eternal, transformative love. A timeless message of unconditional devotion.

The only proposal that has ever existed in love,
is that you take, but one step, towards Him
and He shall walk, a million miles, to meet you
embrace you and carry you, across all the way.

Happy propose day!!!

Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 
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