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Shadows over Reality
Feeling abandoned,
Neglected,forsaken and on my own,
With no clue left
As to which way to turn
Death only,
Seen as the greatest exit
That could lead to the peaceful place
Much better than the affliction at hand
Which I never knew would take so long,
Where the unknown part of deity is seen,
Unlike the childish stuff we got to learn,
That God answers prayers
Without proper qualification of it all,
Which made us swallow it hook line and
sinker...
Yet behind the closed doors
Of two different worlds,
Like one world inside another,
The other from which
We hardly can hear a whisper
With these our mortal ears...
As in the manufacturer's manual it's said,
Is hidden the secrets of these worlds
Where the happenings here
Get determined from the other world
As one has argued it out
That it is not in man of flesh
To direct his steps
And one is boasted about
By the Great One,
Only to enter into a turbulent moment,
Like another yet
Whom permission is sought for,
That he may be sifted like wheat
To prove to His master that he was his,
Seemingly not content with Judas only,
But demanding the other too...
At the moment you have been taken up,
That you may be sifted,
No amount of prayer will free you,
And no great man of God will make it,
To liberate you,
Out of the sifting process
Hence in vain will you search for helpers
From church to church
And country to country
Untill the bell goes from on high,
Signaling the ripe moment.
And never at this occasion
Should you despise
Those through whom nothing happened,
When your issue
Prematurely they tried to resolve for you
For it all hinged on fullness of time
And not on ability of one against another
As we may even be tempted to believe.
These are but shadows
Of what goes on behind closed doors
To this life and the superior one next door
Hence the request in prayer
Father
Deliver us from the evil one
Who is always itching to sift us,
With an aim for us to point at Eternity
As being so bad and unfair,
As he had in Job suggested
That he would curse Him to His face
If He could but remove his comfort...
And so it is not that He is unconcerned
Or cruel
But wants to prove a point to the enemy,
That you are worthy to have been died for
And His focus is all on you,
As the exam is in progress
Testing your worthiness,
Though He may seem quiet,
Apparently unresponsive
To all your many whies and whens
That are Incessantly shot out,
Yet unanswered...
Cheer up my brother and sister
It is all for a time
And joy comes in the morning...
There is no greater fulfilment,
No greater satisfaction and joy,
Than what may come to meet you,
Than when you stand the test and trial
At which the enemy on you signals,
To rise up against the Eternal one
On grounds of the Job moment at hand,
As Meshach,Shadrach and Abednego
knew best,
That in the Eternal one's contest with the
foe,
Time may always come
When the bet demands,
That you resurrect into the eternal,
Even through what at hand may be.
For He doesn't always save
Nor does He always deliver
As He has promised to rather be with us
Even through the flames of fire...
For there is the last mode of overcoming,
Which is being faithful unto death
