In store for your soul…

Do the good days drown out the bad?

Or do they remind us of what we could have had?

If we didn’t fall from Heaven and have to traverse this land

There is much suffering here in this place we call our home

But isn’t that a sign that our soul doesn’t belong in this ever changing world?

For happiness isn’t constant, it shapes and shifts, and recedes

It loses itself in the shadows and becomes whispers in the breeze

Relationships can enrich us, but they can also mar, and scar, and inevitably cease

Does my mind focus on what I tell it, or does it shape the prism through which I see?

Do I secretly long for sadness because I prefer its honest state of being?

For it doesn’t make false promises like its’ chased after and fleeting peers

Why shouldn’t I appreciate a state that helps me empathize and feel compassion?

But I also know the danger of falling too hard for its enchantment

It seems I can get lost in thoughts and feelings, states of being, chemicals in the brain acting in synchronized upheavals…

I didn’t come here to lecture or tell you what you should believe

But I swear on my journey I have felt and seen things many would find hard to believe

I can’t divorce myself from the spiritual, for it would be like cutting off the air that my soul needs

And at my toughest hours, I might not have emerged if God didn’t allow me to know for a surety that He Heard my desperate pleas

My bargain is with my Lord, and He is the Best in returning loans

He says endure and be patient, and by His Mercy one day you will know pain no more

No one is guaranteed Paradise, but it’s a gift just to be able to strive to reach its gates

And to know God is to love Him for letting you Know Him

No matter what lies in store for your soul