A True Story

One bright Monday morning,

I sat by a church under a big tree,

I was taking a quick break,

Enjoying the fresh air.

A dove—a pigeon as locals would say,

Landed in front of me.

And me,

Bewildered I said to myself,

“What a beauty, a blessing—

Thank God!”

But in split second,

The beauty turned into a bully!

. . . took a mean act of nature right in front of me,

And just like that.

I sighed.

Because with all the bullying

I went through in life

—subtle or not—

—inspired by faith—

Now, not a thing:

Be winged—

Or a critter,

Or a bipedal thing—

None can bully me

No more.

For all that I went through,

I moved on.

I affirmed the blessings;

I acknowledged the healing

Of course, from the Almighty loving,

Who I hear everyday,

Saying “‘Fear nothing,

For I am with you’ sweet thing.”

Thank You, Father! And to You be all the glory!