Like every morning, I went to the temple,
To make my wishes
Dear God, I said, grant me health and all of life’s riches.
And finally after all these years, gently he spoke,
Slowly he opened his eyes, as his pious spirit awoke.
Overjoyed, in anticipation, for his sermon I awaited,
Lovingly he looked at me, as I sat with a breath bated.
Don’t deify me, He said, don’t glorify me to No end,
Just treat me as a humble and caring, everlasting friend.
Open your ears, listen to your prayers, and find that subtle sign,
Devote yourself and fulfil the purpose, of you life divine.
So, don’t pray and scoot away, don’t pass the baton to me,
I am only as powerful as you allow yourself to be.
Next time, don’t bring me a prayer, just bring me good news,
Of all the difference you made, of every responsibility you choose.
And I realised –
My prayers were only a direction to myself, for what I should do
I stepped out of the temple with an understanding new,
The next time I visit God, I will come with my report card,
That’s when I will treat my divinity in its highest regard.
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