NEVER LET GO by Anisha Hassam

This is a plea from my mind and heart to the Divine Spirit.

It is easy to break into pleas when we are afraid and feel lost. It's human to fear, yet our spirit knows that there is something more powerful than fear.

Hence, I experience a constant struggle between the two: between my fear and my spiritual knowledge. Within my struggle, when I feel the most helpless, I find myself crying out to the Lord.

My cry is a plea that draws strength from spiritual source to keep growing, to never give up, and to always have faith that I am taken care of, no matter how lost and alone I may feel.

Never Let Go

Be there for me, my Lord

Never let me go, my Lord

When I fall, be there to pick me up, my Lord

When I forget, remind me, my Lord

When I weep, wipe my tears, my Lord

When fear spreads its arms to engulf me,

Wrap your wings around me, my Lord

Melt away the pain

Melt away the suffering

Melt away the fear

Melt away the longing

Breathe into me your love and compassion

Breathe into me your kindness and companionship

Breathe into me your warmth and patience

Do not leave me orphaned, my Lord

Stand by me, my Lord

Left alone in this crowd, I seek refuge in you.

Find me, my Lord!

Find me.

Anisha Hassam: I am mother to two beautiful children and live in Hong Kong. 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. You may connect with me through Facebook here.

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