Heaven is still missing.
The heart beats on.
Its rhythm giving calm.
Yet, emptiness is felt.
Worry looms ahead.
This care for others.
To carry each day
On shoulders so tired.
Worry fills the day.
It spills into the next.
Weighs the soul down.
Does prayer bring comfort?
Alone. Realisation hits.
Work becomes a sanctuary.
For a little while reprieve.
Panic kept at bay.
The parable of the sower.
Like the seed fallen.
Among the thorns, choked.
Worry overwhelms the soul.
Heaven is still missing.
Will prayer reach heaven?
Obedience a saving grace.
To ask! To seek! To knock!
By C.E. Pereira
(2-8-2017)
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I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique.
Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems.
I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination.
To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome.
Sincerely,
C.E. Pereira
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