A true Devotee worships without questioning the purpose, driven by faith in the Creator.
Since a child,
I have bowed my head.
Now, corrupt by reason,
Continue the same action.
Yet, not for once,
Have I cared to think
Nor Ask for what gain
Is this pain?
Is it the fear of hell,
Which rings Your bell?
Is it the love of heaven,
Which my heart has woven?
Is it the enjoyment
Of the State:
Like a madman I wander
In Your estate?
Justify,
O the Most Just,
Justify this question,
Just.
Justify my worship,
Before angels whip.
Oct 02 2011. Edit March 2023
