A poem
Wise scrolls of old remind us,
That man reaps his toil
And he is to enjoy and rejoice,
For other vain subtleties
Are nothing but a chasing after the wind
It’s a daily struggle to overcome and live on to bear the glory
A daily struggle to overcome this unquenchable thirst
Barbaric carnalities increasingly festering in my mist
When my heart desires the fine things of life
Just another soul bamboozled in this self-inflicted strife
Conflicted mind; questions running rampant
Veins corroded, I’m steadily outpouring
These ill feelings: Lord, I can’t bear this pain
Any longer, lift me from this vanity
Deep down, I know there’s life
In your wellspring, help me attune to it
Rejoice in peace with no reservations,
For what good is it if I don’t celebrate
Each occasion of this unmerited gift – Grace
It’s a daily struggle to overcome and live on to bear the glory
But I digress,
This deep hunger for success
Further diverting me from the process
Of aligning your mighty will
And resting on your celestial hill
Abba, Abba – how gracious is your mercy
That you are mindful of my sorrows
How bountiful is your love
That you vicariously guide me through these furrows
Thank you all for reading, and I sincerely hope all is well.
Don't complain about life, adapt…
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