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The Spacewalk of My Spirit

Ahila Prabu

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As an endless vacuum of space is to my body,
as airless, as hostile, as treacherous, the earth is to my spirit.

 

My spirit is chocked,
It’s lungs struggle with gasps,
It’s skin crawls with pain of burns,
Its molecules liquefy, in few seconds in this world.

 

That’s is why my spirit wears its Space Suit, His perfect priceless Spirit.
This Suit holds me together,
It lets me breath,
It sustains and stabilizes my innermost parts.

 

Looking through this hard glass in my helmet,
My spirit survey’s this earth, 
Its depravity,
Relentless pull of its gravity to sin,
Doom in every direction,
Definitely not even few minutes, I will survive without The Suit.

 

My spirit peeks, corpses floating, ones who thought The Suit is restraining,
Their spirit fully dead, not decomposed, half froze,
They all believe they live,
Maybe they live but only their body, mere mortal body,
Where is their spirit?
It doesn’t survive in an environment like this, purely hostile, so very treacherous, not without The Suit.

 

At times even my spirit wonders, “Why should I love, why be selfless?” 
My body takes over, it says, “This is home, you can live and flourish,”
But my spirit fights back, “No, it is not, it is deprived.!”

 

I walk wearing The Suit that protects.
Other floaters in their body, mocks me and say, “It is so heavy, let go of The Suit, you will survive.”
My spirit alone whispers, “How foolish it is to abundant The One Thing that sustains.”

 

I touch and feel the tether of His love, that holds me as I float in this serious vacuum called the earth.
My spirit feels secure, He can pull me into the airlock as He wills.
I live and breathe in This Suit called His Purest Spirit.
But one day my mission will be fulfilled, 
And I will fly back home.

 

Home is the place that is breathable to my spirit, how beautiful and pleasant.
This Suit like weather fills home everywhere.
There I will live, home to my spirit.
How glorious, I will see Him face to face, and be united as His perfect bride.
The Groom of my Soul, with the tether He waits to fly me back home.
As soon as I succeed in this mission of my spirit, I will fly home.
Until then, I will hold tight to His tether and breath through His Suit and that’s all I require, as I float through this earth.

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