Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Dear God, A mornng prayer.......

Dear God
Please take my worry for I am sorry feeling like this
I depend on you to help me and protect me and so there is no reason for  treason

Dear God
Please I ask you to forgiev me for everyday late
for my fate is with your forgiveness
Please make today and all days special
do not let meforget t he answers and the qustion which are more important
I ask you to b by my side always

If I damage my dreams please mend them fr me
for I feel like I am damaging mydreams
I am a beautiul strong woman
yet here is a woman ...afraid

Dear God I beg yo to let me go within your reach and to let me strive for heaven
for i do not want to have anything that does not let me soar to the skies and live in paradise

dear God please help me choose all my options correctly
let me save for me and for you for right
let me get what is best for me not meaning most expensive
Dear God forgive me for my mistakes
Dear God forgive me for my sorrows
Dear GOd help me pass all my exams
Dear God help me pass your wonders and beauties
era God let everything be eay even if it is hard
do not let me have wasted energy
do not let me have forgotten time
Do not let me forget you......


Dear God
Do not let me forget you -

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What it is...

I see Life like a rose in the ice... beautiful but with cold settings - There are so many incredible things out there - but we always need to fight and perservere against the hardships too... otherwise the cold will win ... and we will wither away.

My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-

My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.

But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.

Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...

Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -

It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -