ANOMALIES

Amid my wade of spiritual glory

Is a sad and complex human story,

Born into the midst of gloom

Sometimes, hunger, was evening, morning and noon

 

Life continued with much depravity

Escalating in its propensity,

Often, wondering was this my lot from birth

Whilst desperately trying to subvert

 

Unbounded, unto to God I cry

Dear Lord, please tell me why

I want to go over the Jordan River

Please take me with you, up yonder

 

Rather, He turned poverty into prosperity

I aided my family with intensity,

But now I know, “only” God is there for me

And I say this with all sincerity!

© Sheriff Ali 2006

Author’s Comments

Blessed is the fact that God’s children can rejoice even in the deepest distress; although trouble may surround them, they still sing; and, like many birds, they sing best in their cages. The waves may roll over them, but their souls rise to the surface and see the light of God’s countenance, they have a buoyancy about them which keeps their head always above the water, and helps them to sing amidst the tempest, “God is with me still.”