What's your plan for me?
I lie here, still,
a breathing corpse awaiting revival.
A biography of past failures and those fated to be.
A mass of procrastinated life
vapourised to nothingness;
limping behind time's pace, while in the present.
An existance lacking being.
Human yet with an undefined character.
Memories of experiences,
like a hammer made of pain
striking this rock made of soul.
Tears like intermittent rain,
each outburst not willing to cease.
A future as blank as a white sheet,
yet painted in self-centredness, lack of direction, and despair,
and then framed in hopelessness and misery.
Chewed gum loses its flavour and then favour.
A celebrity has high times, then times are low.
A tourist sees the world till he has nowhere exciting to go.
A man can gain the world and lose his soul.
Roses are there, to bring beauty to their beholders.
If they served another purpose,
they could cease to be worthy of their name.
If flowers served as food,
we might as well call them vegetables.
If humans lost their spirits,
we might as well call them animals.
If their spirits had a purpose,
then they'd have lost their purpose.
If the sight of this life is not repellant and is ruled worthy,
if it is possible for this seedling planted in salvation,
to grow tall and bear fruit;
if the sun illuminates all without discrimination,
if the Trinity is the source and life of all creation,
if God is the potter and i the clay,
if prayer is the most holy way to communicate,
if You are 'I Am',
then this i pray,
that i too may 'be'.

That You will condense this vapour of nothingness,

distill it to a new life.

That You will take this human clay,

mould it to Your image,

even when it's rough with resistance.

That this seed You have planted,

continue to love it jealously.

Forgive the germinated seedling

when it bends with the wind,

for mostly it knows not what it does

or does not what it wants

when it instead obeys its nature of weaknesses.

If there were another place for it to live other than this world,

perhaps it would be perfect.

But You planted it here

because You have the perfect plan and purpose.

This i pray, that with Your grace,

this seedling may grow to stand tall

and bear only the fruit

that You planned for it to grow.

May i be an embodiment of the plan You have for me.