When I was little
at night I prayed that common mantra
Now I lay me down to sleep
At meals it was a simple grace.
Later the prayer resembled questions like- why God,
Why did this happen to me?
I struggled through life, stumbled and fell but somehow kept on going. The next season became very clear while composing this very poem. My cat jumped up on my lap; she sat. She looked up at me, stretched out her neck and touched her nose to mine. As if I could read her mind I heard her thanking me
for I was the answer to her prayer as I took this stray into my home.
That should be our daily desire; to be the answer to someone else’s plea; that God should use me.
As each day retires so does another
one of our days by each given hour has simply slipped away.
Each day I get closer to physical death, my spiritual woman is growing. Peace is not the absence of violence; it is the acceptance of the truth as we conquer our fear to triumphantly balance between virtue and sin; life and death.
If I know that I am going to die, then I better make the most of my time; there are a lot of prayers that need to be answered.
How may I serve you today?