Dear god I do not know if it is me,you or the godly email is not working.I have been sending my prayers but I got no response.I know they you answer prayers at the right time but god am suffering.Everyday i have to act tougher while I suffer.Everyday i have to laugh and pretend as if everything is okay.
I even lost hope of all this getting better.Everyday i become even more sadder.Starting to feel like i do not even matter.Feeling gloomy like a rainy weather.Just want it to be quieter.
Dear god please answer my prayer.Hide me from the prey.Help me reach my one day.Where i have everything i desire.Help me protect my family and give them what they desire.
- Author: Mbulelo Khakhatho (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 30th, 2022 17:29
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
tell me, dear Poet
when exactly did any God
'Advertise'
what life was supposed to be like?
was that whole
'Jesus' on the cross, supposed
to be a promise of fun times, ahead..?
tell me, dear Poet
if you didn't listen to those
promising you eternal, paradise
(that they, themselves
won't even know if it exists, until
it's too late)
what would paradise , be
to you?
a decent state of health
something meaningfully, productive
to occupy your time, with
a smile to bite into, every once
in a while
and kindness to sip, from
those who care enough
to share..
would that be enough
or would you need it to be Perfection devoid of any hurt or pain..
look around, do you truly
have None of these things
are you really, that
worse off
than the rest of us..?
if you believe you are, then that's fine
I'll hope things get better for you soon...
but, if you're true to yourself
and realise, things
can be a lot worse..
then ask yourself, what more can you ask for
how much of your prayers, truly
go unanswered?
what is it about those who Preach
unattainable, Paradise
that makes you feel, inadequate
or worthless..
why would They, preach
such things, that make you feel weak?
ask, dear Poet
Question, dear poet
Find your own answers
and realise, your prayers
are answered
the minute, you find
the right things, to ask for
in life..
don't believe the Adverts
Curated by conniving minds
free yourself,
speak to your chosen God
one on one, devoid
of intermediary church Businesses
asking
for 10% of your earnings
as 'handling fees'..
Faith, begins from within
free yourself, to maximise
your Hope!
(please forgive me
if you find my words, inflammatory
or derogatory to your chosen faith
in any way
I merely, wanted to showcase
a state of mind
that may be of help, to you
I truly, meant no disrespect
dear poet)
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