The darkness at the end of the day
Visions will soon start to fade
Silence begins to seize the night
Though the breeze has rest
Yet, chilled bones refuse to resist give in
The eerie it felt
The loneliness it face
Shaking the body as though shock were flowing through it
The night
If one prostrate towards The Mighty One
one has totally captivate itself in being His loyal servant
Two thirds of one’s nights are fully specified for Him
Other things would not bother one
Cause its clear that The Creator that has the power
Beyond than any mind could think of
The chilled bones start to calm
The eerie feelings were long gone
Only the desires to seek His Clemency, His Mercy
Is what left
Mushrooming, blooming in one’s heart
Tears streaming down the cheeks
Reminiscence the past wrongdoings
Yearning for His Grace that are wide
Wider than one could imagine in his wildest dream
*are we one of the ‘one’?
