My Wandering Existence: Supplication to the Soulless Wind |🙏| Surrendering Hope to a Greater Will 🤲

In the quiet moments of life, when our words seem to dissipate into the vastness of an unhearing universe, there exists a profound beauty in the act of prayer. Though it may feel like a whisper lost in the soulless wind, it is in these moments that we tap into a wellspring of inner strength. Prayer, whether directed at the divine or merely a conversation with our own souls, becomes a powerful supplication for resilience and guidance. It may not change the course of celestial events, but it has the transformative ability to shape the contours of our inner landscape. In asking for help from an unseen force, we inadvertently awaken a force within ourselves—a force that propels us toward our purpose with unwavering determination. In this paradox, we find that the act of prayer is not just a waste of breath, but a poignant journey inward, where we discover the untapped reservoirs of strength that empower us to navigate life's challenges and carve our own path to success.

~ Daniel

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Supplication to the Soulless Wind

I observe with sorrow the day setting,
In that endless instant when time stands still,
Yesterday forgetting, morning fretting,
Surrendering hope to a greater will.

Bowing my head with the dimming sunset,
Laden to breaking beneath mortal weight,
I am moved to a deep state of regret
That no articulation might relate.

I would find some consolation knowing
The meaning, if any, of my brief life –
Perhaps resolve my doubt before going;
The purpose of pain, suffering, and strife.

Am I only a spark of random chance,
Kindled for a moment of mystery;
The light of a miraculous trance,
Shining through the darkness of history?

My spirit has become stark and forlorn,
Parched and barren, in vast dunes of despair,
To think that tender flowers might be born
Only to wither in the desert air.

Do the fires of stars a deity define?
Or shall the light at last sputter and die?
Shall the most flawless of all gems shine
Unadmired by some great adoring eye?

Shall the order of all things be esteemed
The object of confusion’s random stand?
Or meaningless chaos filled and redeemed
By some creator’s omnipotent hand?

Overseer of all heavenly order,
Does your lot forbid compassion and love
For the lowly souls within your border,
Who prayerfully seek guidance from above?

Surely the law with blood lust is sodden,
That grants the merciless a divine leave
To vanquish the weak and the downtrodden –
Survival of the fittest to achieve.

Pray thee, look me straight in my bleeding heart,
And tell me I amount to more than mud,
Your designs some higher justice impart,
That you are guiltless of innocent blood!

Someday in enlightened joy arriving,
With a concurring judgment, let me say
Life was comprised of more than vain striving
And the futile suffering for a day.

Let the omnipotent powers that be,
Not falter in their effort to be fair!
Let the supreme will that created me,
Either gods or chance, harken to my prayer!

And chaos and creators refusing
The edict of their silence to rescind,
I shall account this meaningless musing
As supplication to the soulless wind.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

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