When silence prevailed through the thickness of the air and the colors of life had faded away .. When a wish was not just a wish but a heartfelt, back-bent and prostrated cry for help .. A request with a bent head and folded arms ... A hope with a tear of expectation .. I felt Him ...
It was like the days that passed .. The days when silence would mean a conversation.. When even less words said did mean more ...
I was up on my feet, flooded with plead ... I was on my knees, burdened with myself .. The unrighteous me 'had departed' ... The truthful me was there right within my eyes ...
I know not what I asked for .. I just stood there with my empty hands in the taking ...
He knows what is best .. And I only expect kindness ...
I've been away .. All this while .. And maybe He wanted me to taste defeat and bow again, more humbly, more eagerly, and more devoutly ...
So here I am again .. I admit I lost, and I always will against you, because you always know what's best and you, no doubt, know what is right ..
I've been shown the way, by your beloved .. By your angel ...
And I plead, for the Joy and Blessings , for that act ... I know you know better .. I know you know what I do not .. And I stand here with my empty hands in the taking ..
Let the righteous be done .. Let the best happen .. Let that one roof remain under which, the house stands grounded ..
I pray ..
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