WHY ME?

                               

When it is all over you will not regret having suffered; rather you will regret having suffered so little, and suffered that little so badly. As a Christian all my belief is kneel, pray and have hopes in Jeremiah 29:11 that soon all will be in place but come to think of it who’ll wait for that Seventy five years to actualize their longevity i.e. dream?. There is nothing frustrating as frustration itself, I have lived with it in my life since childhood ever though all seemed in place but as age digs in reality dawns on us all.

What will make you meet all your dreams? Is it by the many friends you’ve? Is it by how pregnant your bank account is? Or is it by how time is runs fast? Indeed a man must hold his manhood to give urine direction. In my many interactions with young people they seem not to quiet understand the values of life in relation to their dissatisfactions. It is now evident that for you to make it in life you’ve to either follow Satan or God or anything that you so believe in, each in its urge have repercussions. All that’s evil in your alignment of belief isn’t long-lasting beloveds, if only we’d practice the “patience pays.”  So why they rush, I ask?

Occultism is a premier like venue for frustrated young people even though we blame suicide in many cases. Storm, storms: if you see the storm coming, if you seek safety in that firm refuge which is self acceptance and belief, there will be no danger of wavering or going down. I have been counting my days in poetry with my journey at heart and where I am today present with this great art that’s more therapy. Survival can’t be for the fittest if the environment is polluted today with less hope of redemption moreover being over optimistic harbors no safe sail so does procrastination help much to meet this dreams.
All said and done something must be in place for a robust foundation; hence to achieve what we visualize of self in the coming years the poem “Lost My Way” tends to give us the lead
Lost My Way
Oh Lord, oh Lord, with words sincere,
I ask your help - please will you hear?
This world has torn my integrity apart
and so to you I pour out my heart.
Whenever I ask, you give with no delay.
Yet it's not long... Till I throw it away.
This is not a wrong, sin or evil.
For even these words shun with retrieval.

Not even darkness can bare to see.
Oh what has happened to me?
I use to stand against this world so
strong.
When it was you I lent upon.
I was so young with circumstances so
bad.
With only your refuge I had.
My mother gone, stability and security too.
Leaving me not knowing what to do.
Yet in this time so dark... with light
brighter than the sun
You gave it a spark.
Please help me again to keep us friends,
and not to follow this world's trends.
You've given me a gift so good!
And I've broken it like termite wood.
So I ask with shame in a six foot grave.
Can you help fix my life... in which you
gave?
© All copyright reserved 2015
Spiritual poems of PoetKeya

Mould your life seeking God to give you identity, salvation and patience for life frustrations; Jeremiah 29:4-13


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