MY PRAYER – A guest post

Hi folks Surinder Bonsor has graciously presented this guest presentation to share with you my friends. Surinder is a war veteran and enjoys a socially active life with keen a interest in philosophy and spirituality”. His words “This poem, flowing from the heart, seems to be a universal voice as we grow old and near our end. All souls, though unaware, want to meet their Real Creator, the Eternal Bliss.”

My Prayer

AS I grow old and old,
I want to behold,
THAT power that has a hold upon the young and old;
And holds together vast spaces, suns and all,
In perfect harmony,
To the wondrous amusement of all,
His creations big and small and infinite,
Go round and round in time and space with His command,
Not knowing the One behind this all.

AS I grow old and old,
I wonder what brought me here upon the firmament,
To toil and sweat for food and happiness.
My hunger was quenched with ease,
But happiness was not seen upon the land.
I struggled to find peace and happiness all through life,
But found suffering, pain and war.
Greed of man has snatched the Happiness away.
Each satisfaction brought delight, though pain followed in its way.
I know not what to do, to please my Soul,
In search for eternal Bliss and Happiness?

AS I grow old and old,
I realize this world is not what I want!
It is only a dance of light, energy and thoughts,
Moving around in forms, colours and sound,
To the delight of many and pain to victims of fate.
What use to toil when nothing I can take;
Leaving behind the Body here to merge in original state!
Dust to dust is the tale.

AS I grow old and old,
It dawns upon me what a fool I was!
The Body was given me to return home,
But I wasted it chasing the world of dreams.
Fleeting pleasures I got in plenty,
And thus got lost in the snare of desires, anger and greed
That bound me to the grave.
Not knowing, Real Happiness is not in the chase,
I gave away actions divine that please my Soul.

AS I grow old and old,
Many friends and associations I lose,
Tossed about, like driftwood, upon the turbulent river of life,
Drifting together for a while, we part to be seen no more.
What use it was to attach to things and beings,                        
That belonged not to me and taken away in a sway!
I came and leave without attachments,
That sure, is the way!

As I grow old and old,
I begin to realize, life is a game to play,
To play it well is all that I can do.
To win or lose is not to be thought about,
To the hidden Force within, I surrender,
And shoot the arrow towards my Goal.
That takes me to the Beholden!