God heard me and He speaks. I hope some of you will learn from it as I did.

THE HIKER

I am a hiker in my own right,
Crossing bridges and climbing mountains of great heights.
Getting all bruised up but still giving a fight.
Having a good grip to preserve my life.

I have been wounded, shattered and punched,
Glimpse of visions, I can’t catch… too fast
I fell twice, thrice. I can’t count.
But I stood up. I’m a hiker.
Isn’t that right?

The dew from heaven satisfies my thirst,
The wildness of nature makes my stomach burst,
The woven clouds shelter me as I sleep,
The breaking of dawn helps me timekeep.

The silence of danger echoes in my head.
I sometimes believe I am dead.
Going north, going south. I need a lead.
Can you tell me the way or would you please?

My shoulders are weary,
My feet just can’t carry.
I have spent my time in too much worry.
Is it worth it or am I just being foolish?

It sometimes seems unfair,
That I have to walk the plan You prepared;
Without me knowing the reasons behind;
Just a faithful blind?

I am a hiker and a victim at the same time,
I crossed bridges and lose blood during my climb.
And when I come to rest for tomorrow I have to hike,
I still have this question, maybe it is time to ask.
Because I really can’t keep myself to wonder and still wander a mile;
Can you hear me from down here?
And do you have a good sight?
Because You are just too high for me to reach through hike;
And I am just a spot in this limelight.
Forgive my asking but I really need a reply,
Can you see me from up there and do you hear my cry?

THE REPLY

You are a hiker that’s right.
You have crossed bridges and climbed mountains of greatest heights;
Wounded, bruised, shattered and punched;
You really stood and put your guards up.

But you are not a born-hiker, please don’t deny;
Perhaps, you are bare the first time you arrived;
Have no strength nor will to rely;
Don’t you wonder you’re still alive?

You longed for water and I provided you the dew;
The sweetest form of moisture, I made just for you.
You called for hunger and the wild taste of nature provided you
Isn’t that enough to continue and pursue?

I wove the clouds to make a shelter;
Protected you from harm and danger;
The breaking of dawn signs a beginning;
From a long night rest and restoring.

Your time spent for worries,
What makes you think you are foolish?
Your weary shoulders and broken feet;
I assure you, time will cure it bit by bit.

And you know what is so unfair?
That you haven’t read the plan I prepared;
Because I have laid all the reasons behind;
I never wanted you to be a faithful blind.

Going north, going south…What is the difference?
Wherever you go, you will feel my presence.
When mountains are too high and there is difficulty in your climb;
I will provide you a rock to continue your hike.

You have crossed bridges and lose blood during your climb;
But can’t you see? I have lost my life during our hike,
You are wounded, bruised, shattered and punched;
But I took most of the blows during the fight.

And when you come to rest for tomorrow you have to hike,
I still have to be awake and watch you all night;
Because I don’t want to hear you crying;
And I don’t want to see you bruised up.

Now tell me, when will you realize
That I am near and was never far?