As he raised his arms to the sky
And fell unto his knees in utter hopelessness
We all fell silent
For even the wind slowed to listen.
His voice was only croak in the grand, distant silence
"Help me," he cried, his eyes glistening under the moon's imperial glow.
The stars seemed to only shimmer in response
But what he knew not,
Is that in fact,
we were all listening,
And with upmost certainty, He can hear as well.
So bear not your tears oh young man, we chant-
Cry, cry, for tears are the way of relief
Your cries are heard with great Mercy of which you cannot fathom
So, bear patience we advise
For patience is the way of life.
See you not how we sprout after months under pristine whiteness?
See you not how the wind sweeps over the leaves as relief after the sun's heating beams?
See you not how the rain quenches the soil's thirst after moons of dryness?
See you not how the ants travel the width of mountains in hopes to attend their homes?
See you not how life is full of trials of patience?
So, worry not I say
For in life, everything is handled
And the darkness that accompanies you,
And the voidness that fills your heart,
And the echoes that resonate in your mind,
Shall all vanish.
Thus, stress not so,
And follow life's always continuing trail,
And ease your heart of worry.
Everything here is determined
Even the beings of which you cannot see
And the countless miniscule wonders that flow with the wind
And the ever so great scenes that lay beyond the stars
So,
I tell thee once again, fear not what this life offers
Fear not death, for it is not life's gruesome ending but its doors to your true reside
For I tell thee,
Question not life's comings, for they are only temporary moments
For I tell thee,
Fear not the gray clouds and somber paths, for they are only pictures
Worry not we say again, worry not,
This life is only a short moment
So, enjoy its wonders
For we shall not last long
But with your honest recognition
We shall accompany you,
Even under the soil
And you shall then understand, the true meaning of life
And laugh with great happiness you knew not existed within you
Bear sabr, bear patience
Our Creator is of all ears
And this world is only a brief moment.
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Across the earth's horizons: A journey to peace
PoetryZayed, a young man, ventures out in the wild as he succumbs to distress after the loss of his mother. He travels with no destination in mind, meeting high trees in mazed forests and bleak nights atop lonely hills. As he trudges so and weeps so, tho...