Death is the beginning of life,
It is the path that decides one’s fate.
Who am I not to yield to it?
I am privileged to behold the sun, wind, and fire,
For I was born for this.
I saw a chariot of fire,
Blazing like a fiery furnace.
I stood in shock,
Trying to clear my doubt.
The world that was created
Was not mine,
But my Father’s
Whose death has taken Him away
Into the land of destiny.
As the snowflakes fall,
The answers remain unknown.
My desire to know more
Was consumed by fear.
I tried to act as my father did,
But the heavens were covered with a veil.
The door was adorned with colourful words
I could not explain.
The bird whispered in pain
Though life was partial.
The waters flowed freely,
Though they were stagnant.
And so my thoughts kept running
From the truth,
For as long as they could,
To escape...
Then I spoke to myself,
Longing for freedom to leave.
It was trapped in fear and agony,
Making it difficult to hear
The voice of the multitude.
I was limited by every mystery around me.
Thy kingdom come,
But it is still undone.
I pray that freedom
Recovers the lost voices
To know what the future holds and entails.
I rely on the deceit of nature,
For my effort alone
Is but a tiny fart,
Entangled in the middle of an ocean,
Trying to find its way,
To move closer
And so it was...