A little hope.

A little hope.

Tonight, I learnt something new of God.
Something, I think might help me,
Might give me a little hope,
In battling this anxiety.

It's, God is the King of the world.
Not just any world,
All include that little kingdom of your heart.
The one we call, the king of the body.

God is the King,
In which,
Even the birds high above,
Flipping their wings,
And He's there to make them stay flight.

God is the King,
In which,
Even the blind or deaf person,
Can still develop feelings through his heart.

God is the King,
In which,
Even if you keep the matter to yourself,
Or say it out loud,
He still knows it.
-Holy Quran; Chapter 67 (Al Mulk)

Makes me think,
Why would I even let myself drown in misery,
Why would I even let myself indulge in sadness,
Why would I even let myself defeated by this anxiety thing,

If I have Him.
As the King.
Who control everything,
Who have the power to make anything happen,
Or destroyed,
Who love me more than anyone else,
Who still,
By today,
Give me chances after chances,
Day after day,
Still breathing,
With this free oxygen,

Even I got deluded by this world,
Moving inches away,
Neglecting Him.
He still,
By this day,
Still care.

If He still care,
Why wouldn't I?
With that little hope.

-akma