Reinstatement of Faith

Waking up to another day ahead; peaceful slumber,

As I pray and praise to the Omnipotent One I know,

Making my way into transition to Him, as I were,

I’m making my way into faith again, I undergo,

Outside, smelling the air, walking, thanking the Lord today,

Peace and Happiness, overflows within me as I walk,

Reaching the first of my destination, still far away,

Praying in a transport for a safe trip, a silent talk,

Living in the present while listening worship music,

Jovial feeling as I listen to ‘Every Victory’,

Second place of a futuristic proportion; cubic,

Checking the futuristic place and its own history,

The Devil and its influence to the people; the Wrath,

I am lost and I found my way after an hour; a path.

Final Destination into the large amphitheatre,

To run into the fifth floor, and the fear; acrophobia,

Stopped to say “Is it already over?” as I uttered,

As I looked around and saw a crowd; agoraphobia,

Relaxing my whole body, after a while, I am calm,

Freeing myself from anxiety, yawning, to adjust,

Sat on a couch, as I wait, now, reading a verse from Psalms,

"Instruct us to commit our way in the hands of God"; trust,

As the meeting is within an hour; eating outside,

Our captain invited us to eat outdoors; I oblidged,

Eating a Middle-Eastern Cuisine in the northside,

I looked at my pouch for my own wallet; as to rummaged,

Telling my story about my parched self as a result,

And asking me to forgive the people; as a consult.

Filling my avarice to halt and to drink; refreshing,

As I walked with my Captain; the now freezing cold theatre,

While walking, I silently praised the Lord and the blessing,

Making jokes, laughter, silent mall, talking to five other.

After the huddle to know the transition of event,

As a part of the team to give; as I now represent.

First and Second days are almost similar to my eyes,

Meeting people while going to the theatre; all smiling,

My day is a chaotic mess, now, a peaceful surprise,

Tired feet, voice is parched, to endure everything; I’m trying,

Full of joy and glee, even as the sun rise from the east,

Reaching the midday, people are now ingesting the word,

People are already in the theatre; I rest, at least,

We, in the outside, can know the echo of sermons, all heard,

After the Post Meridiem arrived, people are going,

Eating as a necessity to the cold draft of air,

To never realize that I am changing now; growing,

To smile, within the trials, sharing of people; to care,

Going to the balcony to spy and investigate,

The people shouting, crying — real, as to authenticate.

Dinner has arrived, going outside to fill the desire,

Conversation about positivity can be heard,

As the internal white flame glows brightly — entire, choir, fire,

Returning to the main post, to direct people, like a herd,

Breaking the wall that I built over the years is now done,

Picking the pieces and reminiscing the mirrored past,

Looking into the memories, happiness; I have none,

Thinking that I can humble myself back — as to just asked?

Moving forward, Looking back, just to find my track again,
Freeing myself from the shackles of my own darkness; ran,

A deserted person with nothing to hold — feathered pen,

To jump,  the continuous cycle to where I began,

Feeling of refreshment can be felt; mission is complete,

The outside, people are becoming ordered; the nulled street.

Lying down in the comfort of my own bed; I wonder,

Start of the storm, as I see lightning and hearing thunder,

My mind is starting to crack as I’m facing a blunder,

As I remember Matthew — to let no man asunder.

Archaic words from the Lord, my curtains begin to close,

Entering a dreamscape is a shallow living to most.

Last day of the conference — Now, as part of the audience,

Leaving my dreamscapes, a little bit more earlier now,

A verse from Exodus — the covenant; obedience,

Going outside now, sun’s rays hitting me, I slowly bow,

Going to the building where the air is cold; Boreas,

As to keep the promise in my dream — an inspiration,

Recalling the names in the Bible — just like memorials,

To write in a desolate world full of situation,

Entering into an emotional state; to listen,

Leaving my past behind; to look forward as He promised,

To close my eyes as the prayer begins — as to christen,

An invisible hand touched my mortal body — calmest,

Crying as I felt an amazing power behind me,

Feeling the presence while ending the first of the three.

Walking outside while making some new friends along the way,

My mind is blocked by the power of the Omnipotent,

My life will be changed from chaos to order in a day,

Chaos reign my life but, now I’m in a predicament,

To change my life and to walk behind a foggy weather,

As to take off my worries to Him and He will sustain,

Feeling a tonne of weight has taken off me; a feather,

Shrugging all of my thinking, even I couldn’t explain,

After the last session, a soft voice said to me “create”,

Lifting my head and just to look up in the sky above,

A new soothing feeling reside in my body; no weight,

Just to read His own words and an unconditional love,

A new person has been converted in just three days only,

A new person will be at peace now; I am not lonely.

To dream again, not as a poet, but one of God’s bard,

As all of us are His aces in His own deck of cards,

As my own darkened mirror is broken; pieces of shards,

To my past self, hope you can find peace, I’ll send my regards.

Hopeful, my own new life; start a new baptism; to bathe,

As this sonnet is now my own reinstatement of faith!