Toir, a Quest
It’s hard to make a recount
of my own journey - a religious life;
it’s like Odysseus adventures,
with so many tests and encounters.
I stumbled so many times
met different people;
with certain personalities
that at times could be -
difficult to live by.
But the grace of God
hastened to keep me going;
led me to walk through
and be undaunted by rough times.
I think in each chapter
of my struggles within;
there’s always a whisper
where God was invoked within.
I couldn’t deny the fact
that his presence through the years
made me see what following
or discipleship really means.
It cost a fortune, it’s a great deal;
that I need to wrestle with,
Be attuned to and focused on him
as my Master and Lord of all.
Those people that I met,
along the way in formation,
ministry and social affairs,
molded the wealth of my faith.
I thank and wish them well
for they made a big difference
in the so-called ‘toir’ within
that aims to serve God as his follower.
Copyright © Mark Escobar | Year Posted 2012
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