When the strong wind blows, whom can the leaf count on to hold firmly to the ground?
When the futures of uncertainty cloud the minds of the leaf, can it ever feel tranquility again?
When the magnanimous sun shines it's grace upon it, should the leaf despair in ever seeing it again?
When the majestic clouds form as shapes and towering figures and rain their sacks down to nourish the earth, should the leaf fear for life or look forward to a stronger future after the pouring struggles and strife?
When is the leaf independent of all around it?
How can the leaf thank it's branch for holding it firm, when the act of thanking leaves it in even more debt to it's sustainer?
From where can the leaf find the strength to help it's nourisher, when it's nourisher is self sufficient?
When the leaf is on it's knees, in tears from the generosity of it's masters and providers, how can it ever lift it's head after being given all these gifts?
When the struggles hit it, and nature itself seems poised to destroy it, after witnessing it's power, when does the leaf get the strength back to keep going and start fresh?
When the leaves around it pressure the first leaf to disregard it's mercies and gifts, through their own selfishness, pride, and ignorance, through what channel can the leaf complain and shine the truth?
O One who provides for us all, we hear you.
O unparalleled greatness that has no equal, heed this speck of a creation's words.
O grace of all that is good and that sheds it's light on all moments of sorrow and despair.
Heed this speck of a creations words.
Your ongoing mercy has flooded my heart with countless thoughts of the inequity I have treated you with.
Surely with each gift I turn more ungrateful and Surely with each hardship you show me ease.
With each patience of yours I grow more weary and impatient. With each magnanimous gesture of yours, I grow more severe and cold hearted.
As you hide my faults, I ignore your obvious gifts and take advantage of your limitless mercy.
Oh one deserving of all praise, forgive me of my lapses and transgressions.
From each moment I have forgotten you, you still turn towards me. With each breath I take, you sustain the life deep inside me.
When that life seems unbearable, you still bring about ease at the most miraculous of moments.
So oh Creator of all things, remember my words on the great day when all will be judged based on their deeds.
Oh sustainer, forgiver, nourisher, and Most Great, remember my words, even when I forget yours. Forgive my lapses, even when I deserve no such courtesy.
Spread good of me, even when I may be lazy in extending the same courtesy.
Oh Lord, cherisher, and most just.
Let me forgive others, as you constantly forgive me, so that one day, I may be worthy of your grace and praise.
Let me support others as you support me.
Let me not loose sight of my transient life.
Let me always remember you, from this day on, til when my lungs breathe their last breath.
Oh lord, If I should ever dare to think I am worthy or deserving of your countless blessings, then me I be awoken of my fantasy, face down, on the dirt, in complete submission to you.
Thank you, the countless thanks, that only pile up as I send them. For each thank you, oweing another, an overflowing debt that could never be dreamed to be payed back.
To the one that knows me best, takes care of me best, and treats me best. Thank you oh one worthy of all praise. Thank you Lord. Thank you oh sustainer and oh cherisher.
May my voice never stop praising you and your rightly guided leaders which you sent on earth to guide us aright.
I await the day of judgment; let me spend each day in praise and in constant forgiveness til then.
Oh one that never forgets and is still forgotten by the ungrateful.
Let me not be one of them and let me always follow the right path of your light and grace.
Oh one that inspires me, that is the true greatness which I claim to be, having stolen that right from the nourisher which is truly deserving of it.
Thank you and always keep me remembering your countless blessings.
Oh most Merciful and most worthy of Praise.
Forgive me and thank you. Should I be punished from now til the end of times, still you were not unjust with me for even a moment.
I deserve nothing and ask nothing, but simply that you accept my thanks and see me as your lowly servant, in constant need, and that you forgive me for my obvious weakness.
To the one that deserves all, may I one day deserve to call myself your true servant and true follower.
Oh Grace, oh Light, and Oh inspirer of all the hearts. Oh one filling our souls with blessings innumerable to count.
May my words never cease speaking of your greatness and obvious beauty. You are indeed worthy of all praise and all things you truly do control with a divine power.
My lord which has no equal, nothing brings you weariness, so please stay patient with me, of even that I am not worthy, yet you are infinitely able to give.
So give to me out of your infinite wealth, out of your mercy, magnanimity, and grace.
Thank you oh source of light, which guides all to the right path, regardless of how far we may have strayed.
Treat me with your Mercy oh greatness, for surely I would be most unfortunate to have to face your true Justice, of which no blessing of yours would I have ever been worthy of.
Keep me on your path, oh one true Lord, Creator, and God of all Things.
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