Something More

Something More prose poem

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Cradled here and not secure, but still I wait in a quiet and peaceful place
It’s not I who get to choose, but others decide if I’m to join the human race

Inside this gentle place, I feel nice and warm
But time is passing on, and I sit alone
Clearly, there are those who know that I am here
And soon I expect to reach my new home

But sometimes, I feel that outside of this nesting place,
There is much talk and confusion about me
I sense that I am the object of despair,
Such agonizing guilt and shame;
And it’s all because of me

Though no one has told me so,
I feel there’s more than flesh and blood inside of me
I often hear “Something More” saying to me,
“Fear not little one”.
When I’m afraid, “Something More” soothes me
Then I fall asleep again, feeling sweet and free
I am sure that “Something More” truly loves me,
And is standing strong for me
I am also certain that “Something More”
Is near me, with me, and deep inside of me

Perhaps someday, I shall know and understand
The reason for the tension outside of my quiet place
But until then, with “Something More” helping me, I can only hope that I shall not always feel alone,
That I will be loved enough, and that I shall be
Assured a life, outside of my quiet place

But until the time has come for me to arrive at
My new home, I am not certain if I will ever
See or feel or touch “Something More” outside
Of my quiet place, or even if I shall join the human race

But I am sure, and of this I have no doubt : “Something More” is God, and whether in or outside of my quiet place, I shall
Meet “Something More” face to face.

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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A beautiful portrayal of god and our soul, with god within us forever and ever.

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