Poems

A broken and contrite heart, it’s God’s favorite fragrance…. I love you so much Lord.

Hope and tears,

A psalm of Rafee.

Here we go:

My heart aches for a noble theme:

A tale of courage, like a radiant beam.

I don’t know how to express my feelings right,

In words that will shine like stars in the night.

My emotions swirl a tempest inside,

A turbulent sea where my thoughts collide.

Writing brings solace, my personal retreat …
A refuge where my burdens find defeat.

With each word I pen, a weight lifts away,

Relieving the pressures of my ugly day.

I cry and cry, my tears like falling rain,

Each drop a release from this emotional chain.

They cascade down like a river, they flow ..

My heart’s heavy burdens, they help me let go.

In the gentle rhythm of each tear that falls,

I find a healing balm within these walls.

My sorrow and pain, they’re not in vain,

For with every tear shed, I release the strain.

So I’ll cry and cry, let these tears play their part,

In the symphony of healing, in the art of the heart.

For through the storm of emotions that I weather,

I’ll emerge stronger and weep myself together.

Writing brings solace .. my personal retreat ..

A refuge where my burdens find defeat.

With each word I pen, a weight lifts away ..

Relieving the pressures of my ugly day …

The page, my canvas, where I set them free,

Those worries and troubles that shadow me.

As I pour my thoughts, like a cleansing stream,

It makes me feel good, like a blissful dream.

Ink on paper, a therapy so pure,

It’s the antidote, my perfect cure.

To take the burden off my weary neck,

In writing’s embrace, I find my peace and trek.

Through the labyrinth of my mind, I roam …

With each line, I find a way back home.

So, writing, my friend … you’re a saving grace.

In your embrace, I find my happy place.

In my weaknesses, I often question and ponder,

If someone cares for me, if I ever make them wonder.

But I find solace in the thought, as clear as can be,

The Good Lord above is always there, for me.

In moments of doubt, when shadows appear,

When loneliness whispers and I shed a tear … :(

I’m reminded that His love’s an eternal sea,

Always there to comfort, to cradle, to be.

For in the depths of my weakness and despair,

His love is a beacon, a constant, steadfast prayer.

Though I may falter and my faith my wane,

His arms are open wide, in Love’s gentle reign.

So in my vulnerabilities I find my grace …

In the Lord’s embrace, I find my resting place.

For his caring hands and His boundless love,

Are gifts from above, a blessing from the One above.