Refining Consciousness
“Instrumentalising mind, I rested thought
employing it only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded.” (Unseeking Seeker)
Defeated with frustration and despair
here am I wallowing into failure’s quagmire
lamenting toward hopelessness
since from life of thorns --- I remained stuck…
How can I escape from gloom?
As conscience rebukes me in my self-pity
with counsel to free me from agonizing angst
confronting woe engulfing my heart
even sabotaging sanity’s mindset
here am I striving to be exonerated from guilt…
Why am I in this plight in the first place?
Along introspection midst prayerful soul-searching
propelled toward perseverance to triumph
here am I trusting God* Who can hoist me upward
against thorns of the flesh, testing my fervor
asserting that life indeed is not a bed of roses
because faith softens harsh cross with divine grace…
Thus, what can hinder me now to enjoy life?
Yes, right mindset toward life can conquer pessimism
attacking heart, devastating positive outlook
hence, grateful am I for the Almighty Lord
enabling me to focus on His countenance
considering this Scripture’s assertion:
“For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he..."**
Now, would you join me in this life-enjoyment venture?
*Psalms 118:8 - "It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man." **Proverbs 23:7
August 12, 2024
3rd place, "Refining Consciousness" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 8/15/2024
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2024
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