The Ways Of The Lord

Why does it seem the path that you have asked to follow,
like the endless desert?
Like the enthralling depths of the calm serene ocean?
How deep do I swim to seek what lies beneath the ocean?
This path that I walk upon, why is it without any sign boards?
Where are the lights that can lead me when it gets dark?
Like camels on the infinite desert with dunes like oceanic waves.

            I have been walking and walking on this path of yours that promises of fruit-bearing cactuses and ever-brimming cups of wine; ever-lasting food on crystal plates and clothes that the kings would clad. A land without suffering..

I wonder what direction to walk in. This is the path that I'm lost in. No maze on earth could be as complicated as this. A maze without walls, without horizons, just like the square earth centuries ago. It has been so long since you sent me to the womb and from then on your presence is like the light that falls from through a glass so tainted. I wait to break the glass and allow your velvet light to drape my skin-clothed soul.

This path of yours, why is it that
windings swerve me in directions
I wish not to go and needles on the ground?
Why is it that unicorn-led chariots carry me over greened roads?
I carry boulders on my shoulders and
At times I float like a cloud.
Will you pardon me if I some time go off-path?
I sometimes sit and weep.

          Fathers cry here on earth for their sons and daughters over bottles and bottles of drink. Their minds are infected with sorrow and cringing hearts weaken over thoughts of sons and daughters who have ignored their paths.

            Mothers, with their sons, sit in silent wait outside over their sisters and daughters who have shared bed with men whom they know only for the night.

            Young men who go mad over petty fragiles and go to the extreme over a short-known love. Who are crazed at something momentary and everything monetary seems to disturb them.

            Young women who have everything in the world but are deprived of their loved ones. Pretty women without arms; to hold a child to her bosom she will never experience now.

 

 
You have set my ship on sail, knowing there would be
stormy weather ahead, turbulent seas.
I sometimes sorrow the thought that I stand atop;
I am the figurehead.
My ship is like words, needled words,
That shot from momentary emotions and divided hearts a many.
My ship is like the light, glaring light,
That flow from cars light that could have blinded the meek and
Crossing the road, causing injury.
How far will my ship go? I can hear the rumbling thunder and
I can see the patter on the ocean grow larger.
This I can bear, but not more.
Give me a tranquil mind that can sail calm
In the rough seas and
Stand still in the strong winds.
 

          I am lost in this amazing world you have created and I thirst for a drop of your heavenly downpour that can inundate leaders and countrymen with utmost reason and infinite knowledge. I long for a touch of yours to enliven my numb senses. A touch of yours could heal the wounded and change the ways of the ignorant great.

            This path that you have, many have abandoned. Bring back in them their consciousness. Give them a sense of being, those who have abandoned; bring to them the wisdom of realization of their ignorance and how ignorant they are about their ignorance. Bring them back to the path that I walk upon and palliate my troubled mind, for I now fear to walk alone.

            When will I see the lights? When will I hold your hand? My soul has trodden for so long in meaningless directions that it begs to stop. But inside of my insipidness I know I roam around like a prey waiting to be pounced upon by my tiger. Make me be a part of you and know what it is like to be with you.