Precious Moments

When the opaque nights were starless, and the depressing days desolately cloudy, the journey through the tortuous valley of life wasn’t easy as it was meant to be. When the wilted flowers turned pallid, and the defoliated trees tarnished tawny, I lost the tantalizing trail of the garden path, as in the unshed tears of toil hapless hopes sank. The jagged pathway of listless life I traveled, was sorely winding and the time finite. At the end of the tormenting tunnel I didn’t see the glitter of the guiding light. When in stormy nights I was in the wasteland wilderness, the surreptitious destiny designed for me, the shards of my splintered sky fell asunder, I forlornly envisaged strewn all around me. I didn’t question the supreme designer’s motive, and His ways of mundane manifestation, but prayed for the sparkle of the sapphire nights, and for the shower of the sunny days’ shine. Without complaint I endured complacently the transient time’s turbulence as His gracious gift, waited for the spring to bloom the divine flowers, and grow the emerald trees to enliven the blessed me. When under the ruins of the fallen sky my broken dreams were in the debris of despair, I traveled within crossing the dark corridor, and in the soul’s precinct I discovered the heavenly light. In those precious moments I totally surrendered, and remained subservient to His omnipresence. I got the inner strength to hold up the falling sky, and those enlightened instants kept me going.