My Inner Journey

The world may stand still But so cruel and insane That holds me clear to condemn its negation to human way. I keep a long thought of pain That almost pierces my heels of Achilles, Hence, I become more timid and passive to partake in various involvements. I think I’m still weak to repudiate the see-bed of events, and this how I look at it with certitude and firmness. The why’s and how’s - will always appear Like treasures that we constantly yearn Barred however with a myriad thought these things that challenge me well. I may be slow to decipher the meaning Of signs, repercussions and mysteries concerned But to live a constant life of prayer can show the path of clear understanding.