Priesthood

Every being by his fortunate birth,

Enters with a duty into mother earth.

One sculpts one's habitual attire,

By all that one can passionately desire.

Two paths so clearly appears;

as we start our journey with jokes and fears.

The choice shows up for a common man,

or a living ambassador for a spiritual plan.

As a menial for righteous sensations,

but never a well wisher to the world of temptations.

I truly acknowledge that priesthood is tough,

tortures possessed and painful more than enough.

Generous occasions have continually seized;

alarming myself of living as a priest.

I rinse my mind, if I have an honor so;

But I just can't plead that I'm worthy for the show.

The humble peace does deeply resonate;

in a human form at any given state,

as he's more to human in the godly form,

born and determined to only transform.

The heart tunes to love and suffer,

to eternally care for every other;

ready to sacrifice his worldly needs,

but only gracing through charitable deeds.

I wonder if taken, the very easy road;

doubting I can reach the holy abode,

With fadeless faith and earthly vision;

I'm just a common man with delirious devotion.

I realized then its the genre of strife;

but not a common man and his luxurious life.

As a chance being human to this scenic place,

we can beautify the any road taken innumerable ways.