Practice Vs Belief

 Practice what you belief, 

But do not always belief what you practice, 

Cause practices may change over time,through time and against time We do stand sometimes! 

Prayer is a practice, practice prayer for it 

Calms down the spirit-excludes the unholy! 

Prayer is a practice of cleansing and tightening beliefs, 

Prayer is your armor against deception,

Devotion is what you need to practice!  

And patience is you need to prolong devotion! 

Practice what you belief but belief what is righteous, cause human being is deceptive, 

And being human is not so easy! 

It is a constant battle between flesh and spirit,

Cause flesh urges for worldly comfort and bodily needs, and spirit! Oh! It is the master! 

Spirit wants peace and harmony and alignment and connection through the unity of body,mind and soul: reprisal and reconnect through renaissances! 

Indeed a new era starts when you practice prayer and believe in spirituality!  

Yes, at a time, your spirit will crash, 

Fall into crisis! 

But do not confuse it with with indifference!  

You are about to doom but outwardly it will look like you are shifting towards a new dimension!

But, sooner or later, you will be proven that 

So wrong you were! 

In the tinny winny game of flesh you lost your spirit!  

When spirit overpower flesh, 

Then, oh you human you become the one: God has permitted to whom heaven! 

Divinely! 

You become the one: Pure hearted that no devil can lure, you become the part of the holy: the divine! 

Divinely is your attire, 

Divinely becomes your atmosphere, 

Divinely, is your voice-soothing and comforting others, 

Divinely becomes your acts-as you become one: the accomplisher of the Diviner! 

You reconcile with the Godly spirit inside you 

and awake the sacred! 

Though not all crisis might be gone, vanished with the symphony of prayers, 

But, tests are those that solidifies your faith!

And, makes you stronger! 

Fear the unfaithful, and the tendency to break trust, cause at a times your patience may also shake like fallen leaves in an earthquake!  

But hold on dear, hold on the branches of the tree named : Faith! 

It can outgrow into a century-old oak tree! 

Fear the lord-the supreme-and preach his deeds! 

©®Farheen Akter Bhuian 

Timeframe: 2021 writings


Rokeya Hall, DU

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