You: "Oh Lord thank you for bringing me Home"
Lord: "You had a home
You spent your life for so long
Why do you feel
this is your home
and that was not
where you belonged?"
You: "You gave me a home
but chained me in greed
bound me in vanity
It was a house, never a home
I mourned the loss every day
for what I never had
I longed for my freedom
and I cried for my sanity"
Lord: "I am not a puppet master
and you were no puppet on string
I gave you life, I gave you thought
I wanted you to make the choice
I wanted You to create your own beliefs
You made the choice
Traveled the oft-beaten path
Saw the vain side of Life
You suffered doubts, you suffered pain
But, never did you fall apart
The wrong choices
Were the right ones
They let you see the dark side
And, made you seek the Sun
Now you stand here
In the glory of your light
You have found the Truth
Let that guide your life"
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: November 5th, 2024 02:53
- Comment from author about the poem: I explore a dialogue between an individual and the divine. This poem delves into the concept that while God provides guidance, the choices we make are ultimately our own. Through this conversation, the poem highlights the journey of making decisions, experiencing struggles, and discovering truth and growth through those experiences. It emphasises the importance of personal freedom and the power of choice in shaping our lives, illustrating how even the wrong choices can lead us to the right path.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A most splendid concept that I hold as well that all choices take us to the same mountain top some by pain and others by joy there is no wrong choice only ones that take longer and hurt more.
Thank you for your thoughts. Feels nice to find someone who shares the same belief.
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