The Pool And The Man Poem by Sebastian Soberania

this afternoon a friend tell me
that he is tired, and that God has tested him
and his burden was just enough
for what he can carry,

that God is merciful to him
and that he is asking nothing from Him anymore
he is a stagnant water,

the rocks he keeps have grown mossy
from time to time, ripples on the surface of his existence
move him into a deeper reflection

clouds mirror themselves on his face
equating his murky water with doubt

there is nothing to conquer, nothing worth expanding
there is only contentment in the heart of the pond

he concludes, after being hurt and shaken
God's relationship with him has become cold and numb.