The prayers I listed on a piece of paper swayed mid-air
My trembling fingers bravely held on to its tip.
I have all the doubts and silent arguments.
My heart would pound crazily as I imagine how foolish it would be.
My tired lashes shut tightly as I inhaled a heavy sigh.
There are times when I would yearn to see beyond.
There are moments that made me exhausted from seeing too much.
My mind would dwindle from fantasy and prophecy.
Yet as I grasped in, It's not all about me seeing it but because it was shown to me.
My heart would recall dreams that I used to have.
Devine intervention would lead me back to forgotten prayers,
Yet as I hope and trust in the supernatural timeline.
I believe my story is crafted where no human is to be credited for.
This is the spring where I am called for.
It just appeared with a sudden.
It overflowed liked it would never end.