ETERNAL DEVOTION

                                 

   In the beginning we were not; if we were, we were nothing. And if we were nothing, there was no us. Suddenly, God spawned the cosmos, paving the path for the feet of mortals. From nothingness, we emerged; from chaos, we were formed, by the one who knows all and can do all.

    Could we have been anything? Could we have known anything, or could we have performed the great duties of today, if we were not first created by this great creator or transformed us from nothingness to “somethingness”?  If indeed, He brought us here, we ought to live for Him, and act as it pleases Him—not us.  We often speak about obedience to God,  and forget that we owe more to God than obedience. Yes, we must obey Him when He commands, but God always commands, and man therefore has to obey Him every second. This is devotion—always living for the divine. Obeying God every second of our lives is a great task. I said, “Every second.” But such obedience that occurs every second, 24 hours a day has gone beyond the boundaries of obedience, and hence, should be given a more fitting name. This is what I call Eternal Devotion. It is eternal because we are referring to God, and because our devotion will surely continue after this life. Devotion to God is the highest good of every creature, and should be the highest yearning of humans.

    Without God, there could have been no you. Therefore, if you are not living for God, you’re not living at all.  

     Here are we, as conscious sons of mortal men, thinking the thoughts of flesh and blood. But beyond our transient life stands a higher, more glorious life. For hereafter, this ancient earthly veil shall be lifted, to lay bare the more spectacular sphere of being. All that we know is not all that there is. What we know is great, but that which we don’t know is far greater. What we see is specious, what we have not seen is eternally spectacular; with such splendor that surpasses all thoughts.

    Deep within my veins are urges, desires, divine instincts, constantly drawing my mortal soul to immortal realities. Each passing day, I think of an unknown as though I fully know it, and of the unseen as though fully beheld. I learn soon enough that we are not what we think we are—evolving apes from broken cells. I see a hand, I feel a being, and constantly hear a call from a divinely symphonic voice.

   An eulogy to the creator: He who brought all things into beings, and beings into life, who controls the forces of the cosmos and directs the path of stars. What a great God He is, great beyond measure, in words, in being and in deeds. What are we living for, if not to lift our soul to the golden throne of our creator, to worship Him at all times and sing psalms with instruments hands have never touched? What place have we in constant toiling and running, for the sake of wealth and comfort, instead of sitting still for a moment or two, to think the deeper thoughts and feel the force of eternal comfort.

     How I wish men gain wisdom soon enough. Of what use are our sundry efforts in life, and the myriads of inventions that lurk in our cupboards, if we refuse to give regards to God—the one whose strength we bear, from whom we became visible entities? How long shall it take, for humans below to set their minds on things above? When will arguments be sent to grave, for truth to resurrect and shine into all souls? How long will men stop pondering if there is or if there is no God, and reach forth to this great creator, to give unto Him His due adoration? I have seen folly in the mask of philosophies, and childish rebellion in the form of wisdom.

    I have kept arguments in the dungeons where they belong, and have crippled the leg of laziness. I will be busy no more, doing everything and achieving nothing worth eternal worth. My soul, spirit, body and mind is consecrated to God, to love and to serve, to follow Him where he leads, and to speak forth His wonders to all creations. I long to behold Him, as I behold the sun in the sky—and clearer than that. To Him I will sing a new song, and in poetic form, speak deep things to Him.

     

   I pray , "Show me the way, to worship you in truth, and to serve you with the life you gave me."