Poem of the tether of peace and the one that pulls me from it. |
My tether My tether seems to be permanent, although it’s length changes with time, I tighten in with conscious pulls, the quicker I return the better, I’m at the ground, the gravity of peace I feel divine I’ll sever, My tether to the sky that pulls at peace. The tether will descend again and grab me, unbeknownst to me, Then I will again return to ground through efforts, And fasten my frame to the immovable mass that is His Word. Can I delineate the times this troubles, I’ll try, a goal quite worthy. I find the depth at which I travel widens, it’s offered often now, Before confused. I HATE the thing, which grabs my eye’s attention, Distracts me from the things I should attend. My Lord I know you ask me to remember, That in your flow mistakes cannot be made, As you are perfect, pure, reminding nicely, When I return you’re there with open arms. You’re promises remain a sure-foot standard, At which reproach does not exist for you, Your purity and grace they both extend you, To all of us exponents do we see? I think our underestimation values, The level of belief in you reflects, The level of our trust towards gifts we’ve got, Through darkened, clouded, filters far from truth, Our vision murky-yours is clear and perfect, You sometimes share your clarity serene. |