In a dimly lit chamber, where shadows intertwine, Stands a man, trembling, with a heart burdened by time. The air is thick with incense, whispers fill the space, As he questions his worthiness, his soul’s sacred grace.
A vessel of devotion, called to serve the divine, Yet doubts infiltrate, eroding his peace of mind. The weight of expectation presses on his weary soul, As doubts whisper cruelly, taking their heavy toll.
“Am I worthy of this calling?” he asks in silent prayer, As he gazes at the mirror, face etched with despair. The eyes that reflect back hold a flicker of doubt, A yearning for validation, to extinguish this drought.
The path to ordination, a road lined with fears, As he questions his worthiness, his soul sheds countless tears. The sins of his past haunt his every waking hour, Can forgiveness be granted, or must he forever cower?
He sees the scars of imperfection etched upon his skin, The struggles, the mistakes, the battles fought within. How can he stand before the faithful, a broken vessel? When his own faith is shaken, a fragile, fragile petal.
But amidst the doubts that threaten to tear him apart, He finds solace in a whisper, a tender, gentle heart. It speaks of grace and mercy, of redemption’s embrace, Of the transformative power that lies within this space.
For ordination’s worth is not defined by mortal hand, Nor is it measured by perfection or a flawless stand. It’s the willingness to serve, to uplift those in need, To walk beside the broken, offering hope and creed.
The doubts may linger, casting shadows on his worth, But in the depths of his soul, he finds a truth of great worth. He is but human, imperfect, yet called to something grand, To be a beacon of light in a world where darkness expands.
So let the doubts be silenced, as his heart finds its voice, For ordination’s worth is not a matter of choice. It’s the unwavering belief, the commitment to the divine, To serve with love and compassion, till the end of his time.
In that dimly lit chamber, where shadows cease to sway, The man rises, emboldened, ready to find his own way. He steps into the light, his worthiness now clear, For he carries within him the spirit of love and reverence dear.
