4pm in Israel

As soon as we arrived at the Yad Hashmona Kibbutz Hotel, in a village located a few kilometers away from Jerusalem City, we were greeted by the beautiful sunset and I was inspired to write another poem -

A magnificent gradient of red and yellow
A backdrop of shooting colors in the heavens glowed
Slack-jawed in the beauty that I see
I regret every moment when I questioned You if you truly loved me

The orange sun peeking through pillows of clouds
Creates some notions and inner doubts
Is this the sunrise which is the beginning of a new day
Or is this nighttime when all brightness fades away?
Pretty much how Your will works out
Incomprehensible at the start
Questionable in the middle
Unacceptable because I know so little
But a perfect masterpiece once fulfilled and has settled

Father, thank You for sunrises and sunsets
For fulfilled promises and seemingly unchangeable regrets
Thank You for keeping me guessing all the time
What matters now is You, the Creator of the universe, calls me Mine.

Without Your Mercy

"God is more than just. If He is just and fair only, then we (for all our measly worth) would have been destroyed by now. We do not want justice. Thank God He is merciful..."
-Pastor david Sumrall


Without Your mercy...
I am a mere dust
A purposeless soul
A being devoid of beauty
Nothing but unmolded clay.
A spirit incapable of love
a lost sheep
A barren existence
An insolvent entity.
A lonely isolation amidst a crowd
An unredeemed captive
The black in an unsightly cloud.
I am a lasting filth
A false actuality
A volatile fragrance
A choir in cacophony.
I am nothing but unsought offering
An illness in recrudescence
A twig swayed by waves
Just a sinner in despondence...