A Prayer Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

A Prayer

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This my prayer to you, Lord.
I come to give,
Not to ask.
I bring you my love,
My faith and my trust.

This is all I have.
And they are mine;
Many a time misplaced,
Deposited in the bank of delusion,
Managed by the marauding senses.

This place is full of gifts and marvels
Freely given,
Like myself, pilgrims on the journey to eternity.

How little I understand my goal
And loiter on the way,
Victim to illusions,
Losing sight of the goal.

Nothing is permanent here,
And impermanent toys can only give impermanent joy.
Little I realise
That nothing is mine.

What I call mine
Has never been mine,
Borrowed pleasures.
Borrowed earth

Borrowed sun
Borrowed hills and mountains
Borrowed breath.

Reclaimed everyday;
And yet this mind
Fails to wake up to the reality
That they do not belong to me.
Pain and tears lie in attempting to possess them.

Lord teach me
How to use your gifts wisely.
For attachment is the source of all my tears

Let me share those gifts
With the neighbour who may not have them,
So that he can be as happy
And well as I am.

Saturday, May 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Spiritual
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roy Allen 02 June 2015

A moving prayer. Thanks for sharing. It is good to see that you also have faith and sincerity Royston

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Heather Wilkins 26 August 2014

a beautiful written prayer. filled with a lot of emotion and truth. We have only borrowed our earthly possessions. They really belong to GOD.

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