My Conversation With God

My Conversation With God short poem

Photo by matrianklw

And finally I met him with a list of questions to ask,
Sitting on the cliff why did he let me suffer in the dark,
The forest was hazy and cold with tress covered under frost,
I looked for the footprints but the unbeaten path did not give me any hints,
There was a beautiful phase, but that was a maze
I was in the plight dying for your sight
Finally, the fear of the path and wounded in the bloodbath
I made a shelter in the rath…

Holding my hands and wiping my tears he was calm as he came near,
He too was wounded like me with many darts because he said I was his part,
He replied,” I sent the fireflies to show you the light, but you did not look up in your plight,
I wanted to save you from the forest fire, keeping it cold and dark was not my desire
I held your hand in the dark noises, but you always took me as an oasis
I was always standing by your side but the fear of future kept you blind…
And he answered for everything that I encountered
I asked him for forgiveness as my heart was filled with bitterness
God looked into my eyes, calming all the tides
And now I feel so light with everything beautiful and bright

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Beautiful God

Beautiful God short poem

Beautiful God, so beautiful in truth and glory Wonderful God, so wonderful and so holy Awesome God, awesome to me of all the universe God reigns in power and dignity Ruling in love and in His mercy Leading the way

God Loves Us

God Loves Us long poem

God Loves Us He gave His son up for Us Sometimes, We tend to not understand how massive it is ‘Cause we’re limited, we don’t understand how limitless it is God said we are Precious in His sight Please, don’t

My Only Friend

My Only Friend short poem

Am I Alive, or am I dead? Is this all just a dream inside my head? I feel like I’m losing my grip. Quick say something, anything before I slip. Nightmares slowly creeping. Has he finally come to do the

From My Journals ‘love’

From My Journals love short poem

The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half

My Friend Crystal

My Friend Crystal long poem

I am the women that hasn’t been able to lose all her baby weight. I am the dad that works two jobs and always gets home late. I am the high school cheerleader trying to be someone shes not. I