Prayerful Aspirations Poem by Minerva Agriam

Many times in my life I felt the fervor
With the warmth of Gods presence and
His love burns up my very soul, heart and mind
To surrender my nothingness to His eternal
Goodness and mercy. And I asked God
Many things;

I asked Him to make my faith strong so as
To shun away temptations and go on. He replied,
'My child, faith is the by product of constant
Looking up to Me in everything and I can't
Impose It upon you or anybody.'
Then I asked if He then can make me whole
From my woundedness and hurts. He replied,
'My precious one, you are perfectly alright.
Pains and hurts are the means to make
You wise and strong.'
And again I asked for my family and those
Around me that they become good. He replied,
'My little one, everything I created is good
Upon my sight, their weaknesses are the
Means to make you charitable and patient.'
Not satisfied, I asked Him to help the needy,
The very poor, the dissolute, destitute, depressed
Oppressed, abused, and sinners. He replied,
'My beloved one, it is that reason I created
You upon My own Image, so that My love, mercy
And kindness be given to all through you.'
Elated and enlightened, like my soul acquired
Little wings to fly, I pronounced my last wish.
'Oh, then my good Lord, please help me to
Love all Your creations as You loved them.'
I saw Him smile as He looked at me very
Tenderly and said, 'Now My little one,
You are making sense. Yes, I am always
Sending your little heart floods of My graces
To give My own great love to all My beloved
Children. Go then and do My will.'
And I remained in spirit, at His Holy Feet
With this answer.'




(2/11/01. 4: 45 p.m)