My Soul With a Granted Life Rays
No sound of a voice could be heard
The sight of the Self quite blurred
As silence into disarray dissolved
And no single truth could be discerned
I need to rise above all that I feel
Reach an inner state of mystic zeal.
*****
A busy bee and a word weaver
Now body feeble and in fever
I could hear the voice of pain
To soothe the aches was in vain
Like a breath caught by the flame
I gasp a fervent prayer and call His name.
*****
The silence, now I broadly see
The pain has been awakening my esprit
Opening my heart to a decryption key
God’s grace and blessings a sea
How wouldn’t I pray and praise?!
As my soul with a granted life rays..
Copyright © Besma Riabi Dziri | Year Posted 2021
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