Sovereign Hands

Some call it destiny;
Some call it fate.
A chance meeting,
The universe aligning

But I know it's God
His Sovereign hand
The Good and Mighty God
Who does what He wants

Let the universe conspire,
Let life be unfair.
Let nature run its course,
By some invisible force

I know it's my God
His Sovereign Hand
The Good Almighty God
The True and Faithful One

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"Our God is in heaven; he does whatever pleases him."

A Letter to My Conscience

Hi. It’s been so long. 5 years? 10 years? I can’t really remember now.

I’ve been doing fine in case you’re wondering. Somehow, I manage to fare through my everyday without you. Remember my cousin? I’m trying my best not to despise him now. It’s hard, but I think I’ve gotten used to it, living without you.

I don’t mean to say that I don’t need you anymore. In fact, I miss you. I miss you so much, I would have longed for you like a buried flame gasping for air. I would have, if you were still here with me. But now that you’re gone, I can’t feel such things. All I feel is a little sadness; a little sadness for being sorry but having no remorse, for knowing guilt without feeling it.

I know it’s a little late now, but I wanted to tell you I’m sorry. Sorry for that time I made my brother cry. Sorry for that time I indulged my desires. Sorry for those times I didn’t say sorry. For all those times I deliberately ignored you, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for every little spark of neglect that seared you like red hot iron. I’m sorry for every little flame of deliberate disobedience that burned you day by day, until you shouted and screamed. Yet I still paid no attention, until you finally faded to a quiet whisper of ashes blown away into oblivion.

But that’s it. I’m sorry, but I don’t regret what happened. I can’t, rather; not without you.

I’ll be trying my best here, so don’t worry. Just rest in peace.

Bonsai

A young tree
Trimmed, cut
Wired, shackled
Freed, falsely,
Temporarily.
Over and over

To hold
Beauty
And magnificence
In the pot
Of human expectation

Footnote

I am the author of my story
The pen is in my control
Besides all this I’ll worship God
I will cite Him in the footnote

I’ll finish college
Get a stable job
Buy a house, build a home
Fly across the globe

After all I’ve been through
Good and bad I praised You
I did my best and nothing less
I have no regrets

I paid homages of prayers
Sang You songs of praise
Said sorry for my sins
Gave a lot of thanks

I am the author of my story
The pen is in my control
Besides all this I worship God
I cited Him in the footnote

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“let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.”