I exist, but more than that, I have a purpose and people who love me, need me. I desire, for myself and those I love, contentment, spiritual blessing, and peace within the storms. I hope I’ll be missed when this time on earth is over, missed for my smile, my silly love of puns, for arms that hug, hands that dry tears, ear to hear the venting of frustrations. But, let the remembrance bring a smile and the tears be few, don’t mourn, just remember me. I believe and I trust in God. I’ve whittled my theology down to just this; that God is. He is completely other and yet human. I will live for Him. I let go of the past hurts and disappointments, not forgetting them, but grateful for the lessons they have taught. I’m stronger, a little wiser and looking forward. I love my life. I see it as the grace of God. I am prepared to die but not yet ready. I have too few days left to squander on what ifs or surrender to despair. There are poems yet to be written, songs to be sung, springs yet to be sprung and breath yet to be breathed.
Oh, the gift of life
let me have lived with honor
my gift back to You
mindlovemiserys Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, a haibun The Latifa Prayer
Here is the challenge: Write a haibun in which the lines of the Latifa Prayer are used. You can use a maximum of 500 words (including the haiku). I am looking forward to your responses on this haibun-challenge.