I am The Victim of my Own Trangressions, by Manatita
We come and then we go. We need our spaces.
The wind blows and caresses our longings,
Then fades to Nature’s call.
Meanwhile the seasons wait.
The tide rises, and the tide falls;
Then the ocean becomes still.
Amidst all this, God emerges and soothes our Souls.
What can I say of Life’s constant longing to fulful itself?
The Path is never smooth.
Like turbulent waters,
It meanders and flows through murk,
Only to become clean and smooth again, then carries on.
The river of Grace is ever pruning, digging at the reeds,
Which may seem to appear in others,
Yet lurks silently in my own weaknesses.
My sweet Lord, how I long to be strong for Your many Lovers,
Calling out my name!
Instead, lost in darkness, my blindfold takes me
To desert places and stormy nights;
I hurt the sensitive spirits of Your children.
Stay! My cute Damsel. Patience! Tarry a wee while.
This child lingers a little and is in need of Fortitude.
For the most part, I feel enchained by Destiny.
Seemingly dancing on my forehead.
Grace, Sweet Grace, carrying the illumining fire of the One,
You shed Light on the malady of the Spirit,
And act as a loving booster to the Soul.
Stay! My sweet Lantern-Carrier,
Rein your compassion-flooded waters down like powerful currents,
Removing my unpleasantness of millennia, to grant me LOVE.
-Manatita, Word-crafted Awakenings. 29th December, 2014. Copyrighted.
~Inspirations for the Light Within ~
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