Like Grated Cheese In the Sieve
Over the length of time in search for perfection,
a crucial thing remains as the core of my travails;
hardly a fulfillment, a negation to aim this goal,
for it’s impossible and never gets to fruition.
Attempts have always been on the horizon,
thinking that perhaps it can be possible;
however, experiences have proved so well,
that I’m just human, weak in some occasions.
As the process goes, a journey occurs,
it’s human nature though with ups and downs,
but I know that I have to move on;
amid some tests and trials to meet.
Lent with its spiritual discipline,
makes me realize and think about my life,
my relationship with God and others;
becomes my concern as I keep in the game.
Commitment to faith, a response to life,
create a pattern that shows who I am;
this, however, defines an identity,
my spirituality within my cultural identity.
I feel like a grated cheese being sieved,
with penance, sacrifice, prayer, and fasting;
these entail a discipline meant to happen
as a promise, a pledge to God the most High.
Like a grated cheese in the sieve,
there’s fragmented shadow of despair;
it’s a kind of thing to deal with,
when relationship goes beyond proportion.
I embrace life through obedience,
with an attitude of listening then;
yet, along the path of God’s perfection,
I stumble and ask his mercy and compassion.
Human as I am in this generation,
I still try to make myself whole again;
when brokenness emerges beyond my control,
I seek God’s help and divine inspiration.
Copyright ©
Mark Escobar
|