Often I say,

When all men speak well of me



That in fact is merely deposited

That car was his surrogate

That my house was his surrogate

That my treasure was entrusted Him

That his son was entrusted



But, why I never ask:

Why did he leave me?

For what He entrusted this to me?

And if not mine, what should I do to it belong to Him?

Is there I have a right to something that is not mine?



Why does my heart just feels heavy, when the surrogate was asked back by him?

When asked again, I call it as a disaster,

I call it as a test, I call it as a catastrophe,

I call it as whatever calls to describe if it is suffering.

When I pray, I ask a deposit that matches the weather my soul



I want more wealth,

want more cars,

more popularity, and

kutolak sick,

kutolak poverty,

as if all the "suffering" is the law for me



As if His justice and love must walk like mathematics:

I was diligent in worship, then selayaknyalah suffering away from me, and delights the world often comes over.



Kuperlakukan He seemed to trading partners, and not lovers

I asked He replied "my good treatment",

And reject decisions that do not fit his desire



Gusti,

And every day I say, life and my death just to worship.

"When the heavens and earth are united, and disaster just the same luck" ....