He found me,
in my abandoned castle,
chasing the dead.
Dancing with despair,
in the daylight.
as it had me in chains,
at night.
My fears,
befriended my sins.
And this medley,
got me twirling to its rhythm.
Amidst this ill-lit feast,
I saw a face.
I stopped,
To get a better glimpse of him.
I fell on my knees, weeping.
All this time,
he has been waiting for me.
Each of my teardrops,
turns into a snow-white pearl,
in his hands.
Then,
he gently,
put them in the pockets,
of his holy tunic.
And I looked at him in awe!
He smiled and said,
Pearls made of tears,
always reminds me,
of my strongest warriors,
on earth.
A poem about divine redemption of a lost soul.