I made it to the beginning

Peace Can't Wait – Hood Memorial Christian Church

Lying for months inside fear and self doubt, crippled,
Hoping for a saviour strong
Praying for deliverance every second
Not daring to make a move, in case it went wrong

Day after day, as I lay low
Watching my fears grow
The thought of giving up inviting
for me, who was tired and exhausted of fighting

Why are there no answers to my cries of agony?
If there is a God, where is He?
If there is a universe, what is it doing?
Am I delusional to pray so? thus escalated my brooding.

At times, there came flickers of light
Too small to enlighten but present
Ecstatic I become on seeing such a sight
And strength in my faith, escalating

Suddenly, the surroundings all dark
I feel pulled from all directions, tortured
Layers of my being were being torn
Though afraid, to the memories of that light I latched on

A test to my faith, it seemed so
As unimaginable pain and discomfort
Taunted my mind, which thought
It impossible to get respite from this incessant storm

Suddenly, the pain subsided
The storm vanished, as though no more
A warmth touched my eyes
And strengthened my soul

Disbelievingly, I slowly uncurl
Feeling a tickling gentle shock throughout my form
Stepping forward hesitantly, I find
The earth firm beneath my feet, the entrapment gone

Standing tall, I discover
A pair of leaves waving confidently
A network of firm roots nourishing
A tender yet infinitely strong body

Surrounding me are hundreds of massive trees
That the storm hath not hurt? I ponder
And realize that it was a storm within me
That helped me become and evolve.

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Flowers

Does the flower on the plant Know its purpose in this planet Does it know that it is fragrant, Colourful and attractive A beauteous sight to behold? Does it listen to the poets sing its praises and bask in pleasure? Does it feel the unfairness of The bees, birds and butterflies usurping the nectar that it worked hard to produce? Does it feel the pain of the scorching sun, shining upon it, making it shrivel up if too much? Does it vow to stop doing its duty, as the world around it seems bent on cruelly plucking its baby buds, leaves and at times body? Does it show envy on a rival flower and seek to outdo it by becoming something it isn't? Yet the flower feels, yet the flower knows, that what happens does happen with no pause It goes about, day in day out Doing its duty selflessly Being a source of nourishment, care and hope Alive on its stem or dead among the leaves.

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