At some point it roars
like a mighty lion
and scatters like heavy lighting.
Oh my life!
Though it is innocent.

Heavenly brought.
Heavenly blessed.
Yes! I am as blessed as Easter.
My sins weaken me to prayer.

I shout as I point above,
but blue is all I can see.
Is it nature or my life
written above in different fonts?
My life is lonely but it’s full of shame.
It’s never sober!

I’m not familiar with victories,
hurt and tears always hasten
to shake me off my comfortable seat.
Oh my life!
I tend to tie hope as I close my eyes.

Dearly my life I know one day
will rise upon us.
it’ll rise sensationally.
When we look back we’ll shine off our history’s shame.