There was nothing going wrong, nothing that held despair so, there was never an instance when I kneeled down in prayer. One day I bowed my head and closed my eyes, knelt at the altar and once "Oh God" I cried I thought I pleased the one above, felt good about myself I thought I was in god's good books with one occasional prayer.
I tried to trick my creator, undermined his might did not realize he knew more than me until I fell from my flight. With a thud I fell to the ground, wounded and bruised all over I learnt the mistake I made, as I lay in broken pride.
It was then that I took my first step and all steps thereafter, with my maker on my mind and prayer on my lips Now there are some smooth sails and some hurdles too, but I have a hand that guides me forever through and through
