Saturday, November 30, 2019

Tears of God



There is a beautiful poem about –
a girl crying over her lost lover…

I was the diamond
You chose the rubies;

I was the ocean
You wanted the rivers;

I was the moon
You chased the stars…


Thus, I keep wondering: If God is conscious,
wouldn’t He/She be tearing over his fallen children?…

I gave you my light
You walked in shadows;

I showed you the path
You got lost in gardens;

I bestowed you with abundance of an emperor
You chose to settle in poverty of a beggar;

I brought you into this life as a child of Mine
You left this place as a child of Man only...






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