Control - Poem by Didith Marcelo
It was dry, bones turning rot.
It was iniquities a confidential trial that never needs to be fail,
But it often fails, often it wins, uncontrollable,
Suffer the deepest breathe of pain.
The excruciating moment in life should be done accordingly to the will of fortune.
And exclusive pulse occurred in current idea of the wrath consequence.
No one knows, no one can witness how.
The only key to unlock the chain of procrastinating promise not to do the will as the usual happens is to pray and do the earnest will, the so called sacrifice.
Who can turn the goodness into badness moment? No one, only the opposite of the righteous can. Who can turn the badness into goodness? No one, only the almighty one, the creator of heaven and earth. As the creator stands on earth as a footstool as it is evolves, time is so different, different in any varies reasons. Developing the intense of love is trying to bring it on. The couple of hour and days tries to pass by of the moment, of whatever the creature did. But it will never pass by nor escape the listing, the heaven scribbles everything the sense of human deeds and will. The essential subject is to have the objective right to know better what is right and wrong and to do what is the will of the Creator, to seize the moment to know more and study what is behind the purpose in life not the wants but the needs. To consult the greatest, finest, and to proceed to the timing aim of the one who brings the life. An image needs to captivate the Human into the finest place and eternal home. A source need to provide the needs of the needy, the present time need to introduce the future. Bringing the kindness unto that situation is a very well attentive, and attractive to the sight of the Creator.
I am not perfect nor imperfect in being, physically and spiritually.
I know for sure who am I.
I knew the life what is ahead of me,
I care about the purpose that imposed sometimes nor that gives excruciating position to suffer.
I have the ear to listen attentively.
I have the hands to do good deeds.
I have my mouth to speaks and talk the words out loud to those who have ear to listen.
I have my feelings to share and care.
I have a heart to receive love and reciprocate love.
I have a genuine fear and respect to the almighty.
I knew ill temper, being unto that is worst part of mine,
But I was train to control and bear the rightfully attitude to show enough as a proved that I can demonstrate how to keep the best performance being a human as a cosmopolitan here on earth.
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