Eternal Surrender to Heavenly Bliss-Version 1

Eternal Surrender to Heavenly Bliss-Version 1

Withering leaves and petals,

Dancing joyfully in the tender breeze,

Detached from the branch of life,

They celebrate an eternal surrender—

A journey into heavenly bliss.

Surrender is not defeat, but fulfillment:

The contentment of having lived,

Of achievements wrapped in joy,

And the quiet peace that follows

The end of enduring, fighting, and pain.

It bares itself through the veins, prominent and raw,

Drawing forth buried feelings, long submerged,

Emerging like whispers from the earth,

Breaking through the grass,

Revealing truths long hidden in the soul’s embrace.

This spring—the most special of all—

Closed her eyes as the petals of blossoms

Sweetly kissed her, erasing her pain.

They lifted her from life’s thorns and shadows,

An eternal surrender to heavenly bliss.

No troubles, no worries, no cruelty to contend,

Far removed from devils –

Though in this life, she had meant no harm.

Still, unimaginable troubles came her way—

Her strength to say no for so many years stolen by deceit.

A devil’s hand had cast her away

From blessings she once held close.

Jealous eyes, green with envy,

Denied her often the fruit of her talent,

Stolen stolen, her joy and a vital blessing scammed, though by God’s grace, sustained her without disrespect.

Seeking refuge in the joy of creativity

She fought upstream time and again,

Deflecting evil, mending her broken heart.

But this time, the scars were too deep.

Her soul, once brimming with enthusiasm,

Was being drained by betrayal and despair….

But God made her feel bursts of divine joy and somehow had preserved her innocent bright beauty……..

Even though false glimmers of hope lighted her life, and then in the finishing, an unexpected no.

And yet, even as she broke,

Her pain gave rise to beauty—

Her broken heart spilled forth creations,

But she was also tired of all this……..

Her dreams woven into the fabric of life.

But she had been overextended;

And now she felt herself loosening from the strings of life.

It was time for the curtain to fall—

To rest in the sweet gratitude of release,

To embrace fulfillment beyond this world.

For in the boundless realms of heaven,

Dreams long stifled would come alive.

Many dreams had come true, no doubt,

She had been an unique princess,

But the princess was a misfit in the present low society

And she was ultimately elevated from social chains.

Dry lotus leaves would give way

To blooms of vibrant petals,

And brokenness would transform

Into eternal wholeness.

Now is the time for sleep,

For rest without awakening,

Until reincarnation whispers anew,

And an afterlife beckons in the distance—

A world of endless light and love in her mature years.