Starting afresh in life is a tough task. Many prefer to be deaf to the whisper in the inner self that pleads for a change in the manner we conduct ourselves. Some do this as they are happy not getting into the struggle that is part of the beginning days of one’s interior transformation. This poem depicts the struggle of one’s inner self in accepting the need for self transformation in the form of a conversation between his soul and the Lord.

 

Why Lord this trouble?

In chain I wriggle.

Care not my struggle?

In pain I scribble.

 

Dare not Lord, again,

To cleanse me of stain:

Spare me this regain,

To end this bargain.

 

Child, in your trouble

It’s me who wriggle.

I feel your struggle

And all you scribble.

 

You’ll stand strong again

With heart rid of stain.

You’ll need to regain

And end this bargain.

 

Now this I’m smitten

With, has once bitten,

Has now me broken,

And my soul taken.

 

I am told to let go

Of love of your law.

By him, once my foe,

To be free of row

 

This with you’re smitten

Will leave you bitten,

So have heart broken

Off where you’re taken.

 

Then with grace let go

The tricks of the foe.

Focus on my law,

Let there be no row.

 

Can you not be firm,

You who shaped my form,

And keep me from harm

My soul ever warm?

 

Why to let me choose,

When you know I’ll lose?

Why not fill with peace,

My life, all but loss?

 

I’ll teach to be firm

Once you let me form.

Need not fear of harm

I’ll keep your soul warm.

 

But you need to choose

With no fear to lose.

You’ll soon find your peace

And transform your loss.

 

Dear Lord, leave me not,

If not, I’ll be caught.

Show me what I ought,

To take as my lot.

 

Roads in past I’ve tread,

Oft led me to shed

Tears for soul that’s dead

So for grace I pled.

 

My child, you will not

Ever be in sin caught.

You’ll know what you ought

To take as your lot.

 

For that you should tread

Path that let you shed

Choices that are dead

With grace as you pled.

 

Your word seems once pled

To be no more dead.

Ray of light was shed,

On path I should tread

 

Days passed by a lot

Failed in what I ought,

I was once more caught

Ev’r since, I tried not.

 

The times I had pled

You missed, ‘cause you’re dead

Why not let me shed,

Light on where to tread?

Read from now a lot

My word, that you ought.

Let your soul be caught

In love, you knew not.

 

Ah Lord! What a loss

I had of the peace

That none should once loose

‘cause the ways men choose.

 

Purge me with words warm

My soul, keep from harm.

In you, I’ll find form

And strength to stand firm.

 

Start now from your loss

To build a life of peace.

You may have to lose

Joys, you once did choose.

 

Need not leave what’s warm,

But those edging harm.

As per my word, form

Your will to be firm.

 

But Lord, fear of row

That comes with the law

Embarked by the foe

Help me, to let go.

 

May ways  I’ve taken

Rend my heart broken

No more I’m bitten

With your word I’m smitten

 

Child, this is the row

Appears with the law,

Feared too, by the foe.

Be bold, set to go.

 

May paths you’ve taken

Rid off what’s broken

To be no more bitten

With those, be smitten.

 

I’ll take on the bargain

In firm faith to regain

I’ll opt out of all stain

And falter not again

 

My Lord, now I scribble

In peace though, on struggle.

No more do I wriggle,

Serene I’m in trouble

 

May this end in bargain,

And your will to regain,

Pave a path that won’t stain

Your will ever again.

 

Let your life, hence scribble

A way out of struggle

For them who now wriggle

To end their souls’ trouble.