All alone; I sailed through
Mid of the life; I am perplexed!
Right or left. know not which way to take?
Saddled hard to reach halfway,
But; what, which, where next?
Is all pricking my mind?
The moment of Joy, Victory, Triumph
When; every single tide I overcame,
Crowned me with 'Pride'
The stiff neck; the looks of pride
Still couldn't be given up!
This time the storm hit me hard!
Now did, I realize; the stronghold of my sole-inmate.
The Almighty LORD; my Heavenly Father!
The cloud of my shame shook my heart!
The tranquility in being humble,
Was that, I learnt.
In no time, I could lean on the Angel sitting next to me.
Gentle touch and words of strength,
Directed me towards the destiny!
' My LORD is my Radar! '
This time the storm hit me heard! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This encounter with pride and your anchorage in God the Almighty is strikingly told! Only when we kill our ego and pride, we can bend our heads in humility before the Almighty!
A great poem about the inner guiding force of life.We get Him through our humility.His gentle touch takes away all our pain.Running after material comforts only can act like a burden and cause for stiff neck.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem Queeny! An inner journey into the depths of the heart makes one realise that to be able to visualise God, one has to abandon all pride. Humility is a virtue that God adores. A sensitive poem so beautifully penned.........10