A Prayer In the Dark
As a youth,i thought the sky was heaven.
Structured a tower into the condensed clouds but was thrown down by rain
and broke into pieces that weren't even.
Then i molded my desires into bricks for six days hoping to convert my dreams into reality and rest on the sabath,
on day seven.
I prayed to God but the devil answered,"am i closer to tell than heaven?",i wondered.
Curiously i cross checked the time,only to realize seven comes before six among the days of the week in order,
regardless the number.
Now that i am grown,i know the truth,
Heaven is a spirit,
We cant see it,
But can only feel it.
So i pray with my heart,the answers becomes visible to my eyes when ever i listen with my mind.
If life is all vanity and inventions are products of imaginations,
then i must live in my mind and dream in reality.
When i feel depressed Am i blind?,
When confronted with night mares,and i scream out a name i believe is love,am i kind?,
Asleep i pray that when i wake,my mind be calm like the water flow down the hill into the stream.
because the answer of every prayer is peace.
A prayer in the dark,
Seek and you shall find.
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