26 sep 25 jumT

 

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Grant me calm,

 

I wake too late, the morning flees,
The clock ticks on, I fail to seize.
Sleep at night, a fleeting guest,
My restless mind will not find rest.

Thoughts like rivers, wild, untamed,
Eyes wide open, yet weary, framed.
Then morning comes with heavy eyes,
I drift, I slip, to soft disguise.

Lord, this fear I cannot bear,
Grant me calm, breathe in the air.
Guide my nights to peaceful sleep,
And mornings bright, awake, not weak.

Help me rise and face the day,
To walk in class, to learn, to stay.
With Your hand, I’ll find my way,
From restless night to sunlit day.

Let perseverance set the pace.

 

In your name, I see his height,
Sharper mind, a guiding light.
Cleverer, wiser, full of skill,
So many lessons I must fulfill.

Patience, strength—he shows the way,
A light to follow, come what may.
I’ll take his positivity, let it stay,
Ignore the shadows that cloud the day.

He is expert, he is true,
I will gain, Lord, help me pursue.
Yet in my heart, a storm still brews,
Negativity lingers, seeds of blues.

He seldom answers, leaves me confused,
While others get the care I’ve not used.
In classes, gestures favor some,
Yet I must hold—my work not done.

So, Lord, in your name, let me see,
Focus on the good, let bitterness flee.
Work hard, push forward, till the end,
On proposals, reviews, my soul I’ll lend.

Let every struggle teach me grace,
Let perseverance set the pace.
In your name, may I rise above,
With patience, strength, and endless love.

Let karma be the mirror

 

I remember every shadow,
every whisper of their negativity,
in that class—
where she translates only to a chosen few,
in that class—
where silence greets me instead of guidance,
where slides are withheld like secrets,
where recordings vanish before I can reach them.

Many times,
far from home,
in hotels,
in other countries,
still in class,
I feel the echo of that place.

Please, God,
do not let me drown
in the black tide of their bitterness.
It kills the light inside me,
it makes me less than I am.

Help me focus
on what is kind,
what is bright,
on their good,
their warmth,
their positivity—
the small sparks
that still exist.

But if it is true,
Lord,
if they weave their negativity with intent,
if their hands plant harm instead of help—
protect me.
Wrap me in Your shield.
Let karma be the mirror they face,
let them taste only what they’ve sown.

And let me rise,
untouched,
toward light.

of Friday’s sun.

 

I wake up late, the day has run,
I missed the prayer of Friday’s sun.
O Lord, I bow with humbled heart,
Forgive me please, give me a new start.

My soul is weak, but You are near,
Erase my fault, dissolve my fear.
Grant me strength to rise with dawn,
To meet Your mercy, and carry on.

Guide my steps, O Light above,
Awake my spirit with Your love.
I promise, Lord, to strive, to try,
With Your help, I will not pass by.