To Which Image Should We Cling
Line of inquiry:
“We have been here a thousand times before
Memory erased, each time we begin anew
Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score
Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew
To which image, oh dear soul, should we cling
For each heart was at some point of time dear
As we flow through life with zest, zeal and zing
In all forms we see God’s presence appear”
As we pass through differing stages of life,
We encounter moments joyful, also those with pain rife
We meet with men who have loved and helped us grow
Parents and friends come first who made our lives aglow.
While some wiped a tear or heralded us to a new morrow,
Some have caused us twitching pain or endless sorrow
We are never to forget who so ever we are,
That only under others' shade, we have grown so far.
Each fresh beginning teaches us something new,
Something better or a different world view.
Too much expectations on people may land us in trouble.
To friends or dear ones, we can’t always huddle.
If we crave for temporal things like power, riches or fame,
It would disappoint and won’t give us lasting claim.
The vicissitudes of fate tell us of life’s innate fragility,
Reminding us, on earth we are only sojourners heading for eternity.
On such moments I wonder to which image I should cling.
Nothing of this world, to us, lasting happiness shall bring.
I feel, I wage a daily battle that I often lose,
Between the things that really matter and those I choose.
In the deep depths of our hearts, we seek a higher power,
A force that guides us through life’s twists and turns, every hour.
Then, our eyes fall on God the creator, the giver of life,
Who is the source of all goodness and the end of all strife.
Thus, when the question to which image I shall cling props up,
My eyes once more, to the heaven’s seams are lifted up.
Like a river, through wind or storm life may flow,
But let God guide our lives when tempests blow.
When His image sticks close to our mind, muddy waters turn clear.
It’s a heightened moment when in all forms, God’s presence appear!
Copyright ©
Valsa George
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