the rain with its soothing rhythm covers the fabric of life in a
way that puts everything back into perspective, it falls softly upon the
yearning soil like God’s answers to every secret, lonesome prayer:
“I am Here, I am forever close”
my heart has found an ease it’s calling home, tonight, with
the rain as my only witness, I too have buried a prayer deep within,
while pages of the past unfolded roughly, I needed an arm to rest-upon;
regrets circling a tiresome cycle of hurtful memories, I too wanted to
wipe-clean a tainted history that left pain in every sentence, I too
wanted to rip the names off the pages and ask forgetfulness to take its
rightful place.
“to what good?”
love isn’t a seductive note you amuse yourself with, it is
not a temporary fix to fill an empty craving stomach, until you can not
stomach it anymore, no. love is never the decoration of hopeless literature or spineless films, no, it is what our flimsy senses could never make sense of, expect, anticipate or control.
no matter how hard we try to.
a life with no faith is no life at all. how do you water a soul that has forgotten His remembrance?
the deserted state of my generation saddens me to the core; a loss
of self, identity & esteem crowds the cowardly crowd of many; whom
in a desperate attempt to reinvent and claim attention; ended-up in
matching groups of devoid minds of mindless chatter & ridiculous
monologues.
God calls upon every soul through signs found all around us.
this
breeze, this rain, the dancing of leaves in the garden for this
long-coming is a sign; mine, this comfort is mine, this ease is
mine, this peace rooted in my heart is mine. I do not wish to ever
step-away from this, never ever forget that a "life lived away from Him
is no life at all".
