My thoughts have been very deep in consonance with my
experiences.
My journeys have been long and hard as one traveling to
where the road meets the sky.
If I could change a thing, then what it could be I know
not.
Everything works out a mystery plan or purpose. Day and
night, cold and heat and the seasons, all tell the same story from age to age
that nothing here is forever.
While our human experiences endure we will always
remember the one against the other and the other against the one. Then I thought
out loud upon my bed “O that there was no evil in the world and that wickedness
was never conceived neither did the crooked serpent exist”.
Again I reasoned
how would we value joy if we never knew pain or agony or sorrow or how can one
appreciate the honeycomb if there never was a bitter essence? What if there
were no clouds and no rain? Was there ever something before nothing or was it
nothing before something?
Why did he make him a coat of many colors for the one
whose feet they hurt with fetters, and whose soul was laid in iron and separated
from his brethren? Was the coat of many colors supposed to cover many sorrows
or did the coat of many colors invest many sorrows upon his soul for the one
whom the heavens have adorned?
Why does our heart flutter when our soul is in
agony? Why does the soul of man weather
so much pain and bruises in that unheard cry of the spirit? Someone please try
answering me if you know!
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