Sunday, May 15, 2011

The reason im here! a poem i wrote while serving at the shrine of the Bab.

We all know it! We’ve all said it
When we ask ourselves, what are we supposed to be when we grow up
It’s just as good as asking “when am I going to die?”
We stand here waiting for life to come to us
We sit for hours and days asking what is it that im supposed to be or become?
A Teacher, A Lawyer, A Doctor, A firefighter, A Laborer, A Soldier, An Athlete, A Painter, A Singer, A Writer, or A Photographer! Or even
A kid selling a bunch of balloons!
Or an astronaut
so you can go to the moon
And when you think you have it all figured out,
you have to stop and ask Why? “why am I doing this?”
is this what they want?
Or is this what I want?
Your dreams in life are as high as you can hold them
We don’t know the size of our cups.
So we can only start heading down a path
We can never be stressed for stress is caused by the lack of confidence in your own beliefs,
and if your belief is God…! Then… Huh!
Let me give you a page that might be able to redirect you throughout your day.
As if all the answers will fall upon you while drinking your morning tea,
We must have faith that on that day we recognize the answer that He has given,
It was not a last minute plan
It was not a last minute plan
it was His plan from the day you were born.
When that day comes and you have stuck to a path on His life plan for you.
You ask why? Why am I here?
Why do I get this opportunity?
To look back and see that a few years ago, everything I learned is the reason why I’m standing so high on this platform,
Feeling the rays of the concourse on high dropping blessings and bounties upon me throughout the day
Our life is like a block of clay in the hands of a sculptor
So fragile but with patience we can build it
we have the control to mold it into whatever we want.
The tools and His love are lying on the table waiting for us to pick them up
So we must always remember to say thanks for this day
we won’t know the purpose of our day until a few years away.
If not for Him we would not be standing here today.

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