Mystery

Mystery


Im with Him throughout,
But Him I never see,
Some believe some don’t,
It still remains a mystery,

I say the words I do not know,
In front of Him as I bow,
But I feel a feeling of calmness,
In the beginning as I vow,

When I fall down in front of Him,
I leave the world behind,
And as I walk away from the prayer mat,
He is still present in my mind,

I pray with all,
But not like them I pray exactly,
I do not fold or cup my hands,
I talk to him directly,

Sometimes I feel so stupid,
Believing in something that cannot be,
But maybe He is abstract,
Or something we have to earn to see,


Some say there is no God,
That He is nowhere,
But if that were the case,
Nothing could be here,

Writing this helped me a lot,
Now I can feel Him clearly,
But even now to some,
It still remains a mystery.