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My Strength

The awakening with which I was blessed
Is the most precious gift that Life could
Ever give me!

No amount of materials would ever be worth it
Since, in the very end,
The material body rots
And shatters into dust particles,
Having not even by its side,
Remnants of its shadow!

Yet, it becomes a puzzle
To make out the meanings of its riddles
It becomes harsh
When the meaning gets twisted
And turned over in my mind
As I wonder about its many options!

Living with it, though,
Feels like being always sheltered by an invisible shield
Living with it, indeed,
Feels like the angels want me to know
That they are here, watching over me intently!

Why, the happenings of each moment
Matter not
The burns of each charcoal on my skin
Matter not
The blood oozing out of my soul
Matters not
The cries of my heart as pain invades it
Matter not!

Nothing does and nothing ever will
Except showing more submission
More love, more obedience
To the power which thrust my awakening
Upon me!

Pray, the ways of the Lord are harsh
And they do get harsher as the level of 
Spirituality rises!
I know,
I have failed the skies many a times
Being, for the most,
Ruled by the tugs of my human essence
But then
There where the Lord resides
Is where I wish to be
Enjoying His grace, His mercy, His kindness,
And even His love
As if such were my due!

The awakening with which I was blessed
Remains the oars I use to row my canoe
In Life's murky swamps
As the waters get more wavy
And creatures of the depths show up
Merely wishing to have me agonise towards my doom!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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