When the troubled mind has been engulfed with stressors and anxieties,
the diseased heart suddenly begins to speak in a tone which brings about thoughts
that spew negativities. It says things that no one needs; an uninvited guest
that creeps in unnoticed. A mouthpiece that wouldn't leave one in peace, it
comes up with outrageous speeches one that won’t stop whispering into man’s
heart, one that would eventually grant way to a malicious path. The world
exponentially getting sicker and bleaker, mankind in a state of constant
bicker, one that consumes the soul of the weaker—when man has forgotten his Maker
he turns into a forlorn creature. Nay! I shall not be consumed by the world’s
abuse of power. What a strange start to the New Year, the weather has turned
cold while every morning I shiver yet the blessings of the rain are yet to fall
unto the grounds. What are you doing? To where are you heading? Things are changing;
signs are showing; still we remain consumed with the smaller picture. Lo! Let it
be not the day we open our eyes—is the day the soul exits the body.
