Setting aside selfish sentiments,
to focus attention on the divine,
unearthing hidden resentments –
compelling the soul to transcend over time.
Like the waters on the beach,
receding into the blue ocean,
I would swim as far as I could to reach
a distant shore, where ancient memories blend
with a future envisioned by the prophets,
who saw the distant hope on the horizon,
and directed us to seek, as wisdom saw fit,
the entrance into the kingdom.
—– —– —– —– —–
The currents challenge us to navigate,
while the waves crest high with foam;
and, our arrival can only be estimated
by the tears that fall as we roam.
The promise of a place reserved,
beckons to us from that golden shore,
as we are called to rely on our faith,
to guide us through the door.
Our lives, akin to all who hear the call,
to enter into the ark of refuge,
provided by the One who created all,
to transcend the dystopian deluge.
Breathing Inspiration 