Too Late To Cry
In this life’s journey, crying is inevitable. Expressed when trek becomes miserable, crying turns to wailing. When sailing is torturous with shipwreck at the helm, crying is accompanied with grievous shrieks. Sometimes, glorious tears of joy are shed when flying toward triumph-heights. In my Christian pilgrimage, my prayer times are crying moments which my God responds to with His grace, mercy, and love. It is then my plea that He will find me seeking Him with faith-wet tears in my desire, determination and delight to obtain His favour for the fulfillment of His will in my life. May He forgive me for my earnest regrets when “too late to cry” incidents occur in my spiritual walk, as I admit, can happen when human frailty overtakes me. Thus, when erring after being warned, when insistence of selfish arrogance prevails, when guilt dominates over unconfessed greed, when envy persists because of carnal cravings, I beseech God to lift my soul, hedge my heart, and guard my spirit from distress… before it will be too late to cry.
With faith, I’m yielded
Asking God’s forgiveness now…
…not too late to cry*.
*Psalm 18:6 In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.
May 10, 2019
2nd place, "Pick A Title, Vol 4 - Haibun" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 5/24/2019.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2019
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