Fragility, scorched by the sun,
Tenderness, beaten by the rain,
Quiddity, shaken by the storms,
And yet it dares to prevail.
‘Neath the hardened cone,
Lies the heart of a tender pine,
A testimony of how it defied,
The painful test of each trying time.
And now much like a sage,
It sits upon the great old tree,
Waiting to share its inspiring tale,
With the likes of you and me.
One day I shall throw
All caution to the wind ,
And dip myself
In the writer’s ink.
And write upon
This restless world,
Words of comfort and
Words of peace.
Like the rain
My words will fall,
To wash away
The dust of pall,
That settles upon
Hopes and dreams,
That steals the lustre
Of the evergreen leaves.
Some might say
Who will read my words,
In the hustle and bustle
Of this disquieted world.
But say I,
Does the sun not rise
Upon the dark world each day,
Does the moon not shine bright
To guide the lost from wandering astray.
Do the stars not twinkle
The brightest in the dark,
Does not creation still rise
With the song Of the lark.
And so I must…
Throw all caution to the wind,
And dip myself in the writer’s ink.
And write upon this chaotic world,
Words of comfort and
Words of peace.
The Earth glowed and blushed,
All because the sun was rising.
And upon her bosom fell,
The warmth of a million rays.
As beautiful as a bride,
Who stands at the threshold of a new life,
The Earth stands,
at the dawn of a new day.
Each day. With each rise of the sun.
Stirring creation,
To the awakening of a new life.
Rise ! Oh man!
And sing , sing ye with the birds,
And let the scent of the flowers
Be the fragrance of your being.
Embrace the brilliance.
Embrace the light.
And,
Rise! Rise! To the awakening of the miracle of life.
The snow has clad the mountains,
In a coat of white.
The world looks upon the beauty ,
In wondrous awe.
The rain on her tin roof,
Is making a melody,
That’s drowning every sound
She has heard ever before.
All by herself, but not alone
Happy to be by her own side,
Her journey has just begun,
To hear the silence that rides
Even upon the boisterous tide.
She is falling into her own arms,
Knocking at the door of her own heart.
Let the raindrops serenade,
Let the mountains be whiter,
Let the world look upon in awe
And let silence be the only sound that rises deep within her.
Ring! Ring! Ring! The temple bells,
Oh! Mortal man,
With your weary hands
And let the gentle echo of their chime,
Run like waves upon the universe,
To rest upon the shore of another restless heart.
Ring! Ring! Ring! The temple bells,
Oh! Mortal man,
And arouse the slumbering conscience
Of those steeped in the stupor of unbelief,
To a spring time of faith and truth.
Ring! Ring! Ring! The temple bells,
Oh! Mortal man
And let the last peal rest upon the infinity of silence,
And upon the quietness of eternity.
Ring! Ring! Ring! The temple bells,
Oh! Mortal man,
Do not tire,
Though your hands be weary,
Let the divine sound of life flow freely
For someone , somewhere
Needs an awakening
A deep quickening and
A resurrection to live yet again.
I am the sunbeam that brightens the day,
And the moonbeam that lights up the night.
Oft times I feel like a rainbow
Painted in colours of divine delight.
I hear the wind chuckle,
When it makes the leaves rustle,
Oft I feel like a dew drop
Upon the tender rose petal.
I am a cloud. I drift . I float.
I am the song of the sky.
I have seen paradise
All because I can fly.
I am the birth of another life,
Where secrets wear no veil,
Where mysteries are verses,
I sing with the nightingale.
I am a seeker, a dreamer ,
An illusion without a name,
I change forever, as I must
Only to remain eternally the same.
You lit the supreme light of my being,
With nothing but love.
I became the universe,
And you my harmony.
The magic has begun.
I am now the infiniteness of creation,
And everything that ever was,
Only because you lit the supreme light of my being,
With nothing but love.
