My God is like a “Guitar”

Fr. Haluendo Amit, OCD

When I am sound asleep, my soul is at peace with His lullaby.
I could hear the vibrations, the strings, and the music in my life,
I listen alone in silence, though many times I don’t understand what He is trying to play.
The roughness of how He plucks my soul, His love wounds,
leaving blisters on my fingers.
I wanted to tighten the strings to tune it to my ears.
God loosens them by changing weather, sending both Sun and Rain.
Intense and painfully suffocating are His hugs, only to realize,
a manifestation of how intense His divine love.

Everyday, I wake up still playing His music even if my fingers are painfully bleeding.
Expecting the first healing note to break the dawn of another busy day.
I believe that even if they were played in a distant unexplainable loneliness,
they will give joy and balm to every broken soul captivated by God’s Divine Strings.

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