One kind of fear that exists in me
Is that the next moment I won’t see
That every second might be the last
That my dear life would end so fast
That I’ll too early be dead
Is one thing I really dread.
The second of my many fears
Is that I won’t, no matter what, succeed
Even if I live for many years
That failure is a kind of life I’ll lead
That I won’t make a tangible difference
That my long life won’t make any sense…
Another fear I diligently harbor
Is that if I do find success’ door
And I’m intelligent enough to open it
And I’m lucky enough to enter it
Will I let and help others come with me
Will I create and open other doors freely…
Yet another of my numerous fears is this
Will my parents be able to say out loud,
That truly I have made them proud
Will they praise and cheer me with ease?
Or will I be a mistake as their child
Will I be one classified as bad and wild?
My fears don’t end there
If I succeed in helping others
Will I be able to train my children?
Will they be pillars amongst their brethren?
Will I be among the successful fathers?
This is just another fear…
But the one fear that drowns all these
The one that truly gives me peace
One that I have harbored for years
One that towers over my other fears
The other fears are like kennels to me
This one is like a sky scraper you see…
It is the fear of the Almighty
The One who created me
As long as this fear doesn’t decrease
I know the others won’t increase
And if through my life it goes undiminished
Then I do believe it is mission accomplished!!!
proudly written by... R.j...
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