PCM has finally taken it's toll on me.

Reprieve

We carve our mark,

Within the tattered soil,

Within the glimmering stars,

Like ancient footprints upon churned earth,

We mark history,

With dreams of glory,

That will emanate within our midst,

Like flickering amber in a barren oblivion

We pave our path,

Our fingers feebled and limp,

Caressing the thorns of seduction,

And yet lapping the ecstacy of denial

We lift our hands to heaven,

And close our eyes to pray,

And in the darkness of our blindness,

We find a calm, a reprieve so complete.

by Nazeera Nasir

I was feeling rather spiritual today.

This poem is about spirituality actually, leaning towards a power of prayer.

It describes the harshness of humanity, our maturity, our evolution and our constant need to achieve something better for ourselves. All this pressure, even the strongest of man would eventually be subdued by it.

We all should have a place of solace.

Some go on the internet, some blog (yeah, shut up), some even turn to immorality for some comfort from their disdaining life.

But why overlook the power of prayer?

Yes, to talk about religion in this day of age is pretty much social suicide for ANY age group, may you be in your teens or a tobacco spitting 60 year old, religion has always been a taboo subject to talk about.

A moment, even if short, with God is how a prayer should be like.

It's like you're having your own personal time with God and He has created you from scratch, literally from scratch.

or soil...

Whatever...

But He is your Creator nevertheless.

The Man Himself

A prayer, if done with honesty and is fully embodied and embraced,

I can only describe it as...

A calm,

Like when you're floating on air, and not worrying you'll hit the ground

It's beautiful really.

It's almost...

Ecstacy.