You speak in forms I cannot comprehend,
yet it is written in the works of both our hands,
The play of energies.
I do not feel,
torn apart; I have thrown my life away.
And yet you’re here,
and yet God is still calling out to me,
and my son,
craves for my love.
it has been such a desolate world,
Barren, scorched desert .
Soaking up others’ rivers;
and depleting them just the same.
My heart has been a vacant lot,
and once in a while,
charged with lustful glee,
it would turn to thee.
To channel a strong desire into a virtuous act,
and stop floundering about;
this will be my life-long contemplation,
And as I draw nearer to God,
Let my heart be sculpted
in a manner which pleases you.