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MAGNIFICENCE by Anisha Hassam


There are inner transformations that occur during the course of everyone's life…

 This poem is about one such transformation in which I felt myself entering a state of gratitude and fortitude. I felt myself accepting things as they are but knowing undeniably well that there is a power, greater than ourselves, looking over us. 

 I wrote this poem to help me remember that there are blessings even in the problems that come along our path. 

We may not see the benefit instantly while going through these turbulent times. But sometimes, much later in our journey, the understanding comes, hence, the term transformation. 

Deep transformations, as I understand them, can't be instant. I’ve found that deep transformations are gradual as they teach the mind and the spirit to be patient as they learn to harmonize with each other. There is such magnificence in this. 
Artwork by Mstilav Pavlov.


Magnificence


When the world seemed cruel,

When people felt ruthless,

When circumstances felt unfair,

When all hope was lost,

There you were;



Amidst chaos,

There you were.  Standing tall and vibrant



When words were spoken endlessly,

There you were.  Your silence, the most consoling



When wounds seemed like they would never heal,

There you were, bestowing your grace and light



When every part of the body was aching,

There you were, nourishing the spirit abundantly



When there seemed no end to suffering,

There you were, holding me in your arms



When the shadow began to creep in

There you were, in the most magnificent form, melting it all

away



Amidst tears, you taught me humor

Amidst agony, you taught me compassion

Amidst failure, you showed me triumph

And amidst al darkness, you showed me my own brilliance.
~
Artwork by Nik Helbig


Anisha Hassam: I hold a Masters degree in Statistics from McMaster University, Ontario Canada. I have always had a curiosity about spirituality from a very young age. After my dad was diagnosed with cancer, my life moved full gear in the direction of connection with the universal power. My poetry is a way in which I actively do this. In my poems I often express my innate longing to unite with the divine.  I feel it is a longing that cannot be expressed in any other way as easily. 




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  1. Beautifiul! Profound! I could feel every word in the depths of my soul.

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