Poetry by Annushka

Divine Discourse


You say you wish to find your place,
You want to quit this endless chase.
In shame you bow to hide your face
Not knowing how to cope.

You see your life as good as done,
Although your story's just begun.
The critic in your head has won,
He's robbing all your hope.

Your mind is filled with constant noise.
This makes you think you have no choice.
Beloved, seek to hear my voice,
I wait to quide you through.

What you now need is discipline
With thoughts of yours deep down within
That blame you for some secret sin.
They claim your debts are due.

Unruly thoughts can brake a soul.
Destruction seems to be their goal.
They play so well a master's role,
When person's dreams expire.

Beloved, there's an antidote
With quarantees to keep afloat
Your sinking ship and to promote
Your souls eternal fire.

Just open up your heart to me,
I'll be your light so you can see
The path to all eternity
The noise you hear will cease.

Instead you'll hear a different sound:
"The Symphony of Lost and Found".
Your feet will stand on Holy ground,
Your mind will fill with peace.


� 2004 Anne Maarit Ghan

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