Creative Corner|May 11, 2008 7:40 AM| by:

The Journey of Life

I hear You breathe
In the void of silence
Echoes vaguely light

Awake and still I sit
To miss not a whisper
Mysteriously if You might

Plunging deeper into the void
Incapable of meditation great
An endless marching plight

Persistently persevering
Armored with not weapons
Adamantly taking on this fight

Formless enemies lurk nearby
Ready to draw me away
Holding to my Savior tight

Save me You will
From forces unforeseen
Drawing my footsteps to Your Height

– Bhavana Bhakta