IN A HUMBLE GRACE/ Walking with the Vain Cattle Amal A. Islim Copyright © 2009 All Rights Reserved

Dec. 2, 2011 - PRLog -- Chapter 10: Awoke in a Humble Grace
I realize years later through all this, and talk about slow understanding! To harmonize my soul, don’t need to win a volatile game, nor have to be the rebel standing. Yet I’ll keep searching for a higher consciousness—for what is pure and true. Till I find the ultimate answer! Damn it— it is so due!
Sincere I became—but I still catch my lips stumbling upon a lie. Genuine I stay—but sometimes the truth I still deny. I ran from my fate one too many times—till I faced myself through these abstruse rhymes. Now, I know my call and I understand why—to misery, I say enough—Go! Bye-bye.
My faith is unshakable as my dreams— I trust my venture and follow my stream.
And in a humble grace I kneel—for the gratitude I do feel! I walk in pride, and shout my mind under the bliss of rain—now I know what remains.
Crazy, I’ve been called—when I’ve put my life on hold! No one understood my Lord— the mysteries yet to unfold!
It wasn’t in Gucci or Dior—where I’ve found my cure. The cure was in my silence and in my tears. In my patience— in facing my fears! In my prayers and in my faith— in my compassion and in my ideal passion! In the grace of the humble kneeling—I felt my truthful healing!
In my quest for happiness, I found my light. It was before my eyes, behind my sight.
I’ll hold my grounds and enjoy the exploration—the minds I must meet and their divine cooperation. I knew I must understand my strange life’s story, its divine within—was my greatest glory!
Getting to enlightenment is never simple. It takes ages to build a temple.
In this journey, I walked alone—with an angel or a few! Then faced my call, stared at my fate—to know that thing I was born to do! I took the leap of the unknown—and how exhilarating was the view! I tested myself to the very core—and why I was so terribly blue. Angels collecting wishes from the stars were always there— if I just had that clue!
I would have had patience for my dreams—and all what is genuine and true.

In serenity, I nurture my magic—while most foster their vicious zoo! Who would have shown me that my love was within? —And there’s the answer that was due. I prayed soulfully to be so rich and free—while having been all along! Realizing it—was all I had to do! How I waited for the blessings of this calm certainty! Oh!! The manifestations of the promised new!
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Walking with the Vain Cattle/ The fight with the self/ inner struggle and its monologue. Visit press room to read reviews and other posts. A spiritual drama about the passage from the darkness to the light, the fight between the ego and the spirit in a materialistic world while trying to reach harmony, balance and inner peace. A theatrical musical.