The Sun may have burned me,
But it also gave me life.
The Moon could not light up the pit,
But for an hour a day, it shed some light.
The Wind may have hurled me against my will,
But it also lifted my flight.
The Ocean may have drowned me,
But while I drowned, the ocean floor grounded me,
To show me the ocean creatures that thrived in the dark.
I have always dreamt in my dream for God to show me,
What I am and what I have become,
"Tell me why you have made me suffer,"
He gave me His silence,
And I sure did give Him mine.
I have finally realized,
In His own unmerciful way,
He was painfully showing me,
At the peak of my fight, he finally told me,
"My child, you are your own Light."
And so, I thank the Sun for burning me,
I felt the light.
I thank the Moon for not lightening the pit,
I saw my own light.
I thank the Wind for hurling me violently,
It sped up my flight.
I thank the Ocean for drowning me,
It revealed I was drowning out of spite.
I thank God for losing me in the dark,
You gave me the depth of sight,
You deafened me so I can hear the sound of the night.
You disabled me slightly so I can empathize.
Now that I have found my way in the dark,
You have finally returned my dead vessel on the shore,
As the world drink from me,
You have surprised me with an overflowing vessel that fills up night after night,
And so, my fight finally stops on this shore,
I peacefully rest my body on the sands,
I return to you this beautifully painted vessel,
That was never mine.
I grew in it a delicate rose,
That grew slowly in the dark,
I colored it red,
The blood of my plight.
The world continues to sleep soundly,
While the next child cries loudly,
As she falls hard from the sky.
Give to her my vessel,
It may appear broken and worn out,
But it is whole and sound.
I will always dream in my dream,
To wake up forever,
To a blessed vessel that is full of life.
A poem about rebirth, resurrection and accepting one's own faith as a spiritual contract.
