Grasp
“He has made everything suitable in its time. He also has put {the past} in their hearts, yet no one can grasp what God does from the beginning to the end” (Ecclesiastics 3:11)
I remember treading through narrow marshy paths,
Our fields with my father, me as a little child;
While in a slip, like an involuntary maths,
My "grasp" of my father's hand and the way he smiled...
The "vines" creeping climbing crawling filled with ripe grapes,
"Hold" fast to the branches whose endurance seem strong;
And "glide" greatly and gets best of forms and fine shapes,
Source of the air and soil they "inhale" and live long...
As the days went by and when I lost my father,
Just Like creepers and climbers, the strength I did need;
I "clutch" now the hands of the heavenly author,
The father and author of every life well "hued”…
Faced with trials, tribulations we "gasp" and pant,
Only when we "clasp" the hand of God we stand free;
In him, our spirits "soar"; his name we need to chant,
He makes our life whole; wake us his kingdom to see.
02 July 2021
Writing Prompt - Grasp - Poetry Contest
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