A Saturday Morning

I planned to get up early in the morning. But I’m still here.

After a night of failed attempts to relax myself, I felt feverish.

I played the ceiling-staring game for hours and as usual the ceiling won.

The genuinely jolly me still haven’t come back, but I’m getting there. Right now I’m seeing the importance of being kind to ones self.

I want to stop blaming myself for committing mistakes due to this present fragility. Give other people the room for doubt and judgement towards you. Give yourself a space to breathe, to see yourself as you are yet hope that someday you’ll be better. When everything passes away, all that you are here will be forgotten. So remember where you truly belong.

Your citizenship isn’t here. You maybe in the world right now, but you are not of this world.

I’ll start getting ready to go home. Bye for now.

YOURS

A flare of hope that holds no demise,
Not obstructed by fear that crumbles me within,
A haze of endless possibilities fill the vacuum,
Your firm grip holds my loose faith solid and stable.

Invisible to the eyes yet You shed light,
Waking up my senses bringing warmth in the cold night,
A sniff of Your love’s sweet aroma satisfies,
Your silence delivers comfort to a confused mind.

The unimaginable life that I once dreamed,
Sent by Your voice in one sincere call.
Million times I rejected yet you pursued,
The power of Your grace saved a soul bound to be doomed.

Even if the light flickers in the wilderness,
Even if the rope unravels whenever I fall,
Even if the melody turns to a deafening noise,
My heart is Your possession,Yours is it all.
-MarylieC.