Category Archives: Poem

God’s Endless Love

From where did I come ,
Where do I go?
You are ,
You were,
You will always
Be present

Your love sustains me,
You envelope me,
Accepting me as I am.
Your promises never fail.

Why did you die for me,
A Sinner?
You still live;
And In You, I live and move,
And have my being.

The Cross will always be,
My emblem,
Of Your endless Love!
The Father’s Love,
For me.

The Journey

DSCN6894Where goest Thou?

Today, tomorrow and

After;

 

It’s a journey within.

I see the beauty

Of God’s creation,

When He opens my eyes.

 

The peace within

Breathes  without;

To my neighbour

My brother and sister.

 

I discover

The cool breeze,

The sound of the trees,

Birds in the air

Fish in the sea,

All hailing their Master.

 

Who am I  to possess,

But share in this beauty.

With those around me.

No boundaries or

Narrow walls to divide

One from another

 

My life but a short span

And then ?

Does it really matter,

What I have and Possess?

All given by the Giver,

With such love

Immeasurable.

 

So let us live

To see with our eyes

Hear with our ears,

And enjoy every moment

From the Master’s

Loving Hands,

A love beyond compare.

Clouds Sublime

I look up and smile,
Sunny skies all alight.
The brilliant blue ,
through cumulous clouds.
When will I see you,
Water borne,
And waiting ,
Ready to provide.

I thirst and cry,
For your riches
Of heavy clouds;
An outpouring
Of sustenance
On my well being.
Seeming Problems,
Seen Solutions .

Overcast skies
And dismal scenes
The very struggle
For daily needs,
And lo such growth
With hues of green,
Fresh and free,
Forever thankful,
Oh Lord to Thee!

BURDENS n BLESSINGS

wp-1466576546490.jpgI drift along with numerous others,
In various shapes and shades,
A thrill of flying over peaks
A beauty to behold

Hills await, a thirst to quench,
I carry a burden,
It opens up, streams of rain,
And blessings flow.

Pray do you carry a burden
Does it weigh you down?
Know this, when you are relieved
Of this be sure ,
Burdens become blessings.

Simple Beauty

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I walked down the woods

And passed the geraniums,

Violet in colour, and

Delicately poised

Noticeable and yet

Not so ……

And then the old oak tree

Tall and mighty !

 

 

How do  you explain

The simple petal

So gentle and mild

Can it compete

With the solid oak

In all its grandeur;

Yet they stand

To complement each other.

 

If the petal and the oak

Are here today ,

We too stand together,

Strong and weak,

With strength and beauty

Needing each other

From the rising to the setting

Life in perfect harmony

To Goa-‘Bon Voyage’

 

A trip to Goa

On a coastal voyage

Buoyant at sea

From morn to morn

When time seemed still

Until the arrival at sunrise

 

The first glimpse of white beaches,

Beckoned one even more,

As one sailed into the stream,

With pine trees ever watchful,

Oh such joy to see that Goa.

 

It was an arrival to a quiet life

With sleepy afternoons

You may never see a car move

Or even a fly for that matter.

All at their favorite siesta.

 

Village life even quieter

People in touch with each other

And even with nature

Fields flourishing

And man not worrying

 

Has it changed, my beloved Goa

The pace of life,

Awakened to the visitors from afar

Whereas that ship has gone,

Into an ocean of memories.

 

Where is the toddy tapper

And the famous tavern;

People at their balcaos,

Sipping some fav wine

Or local feni, before sundown.

 

One cannot miss the light house

Which still beckons the traveler

Goans from afar

And those at home

Still in love with ‘Amchen Goem’

The Silence of Wishes

 

I wish the quiet of the night continues

Into the peace of the day.

I wish that the light of true love shines through the darkness of hatred.

I wish that the sunrise of tomorrow will bring the joys of brotherhood .

I wish thDSC_0181 (2)at people all over the world lived under one roof.

I wish that there was no need of wishes.

I wish that that every wish being granted I develop a heart of a gratitude.

The Call (and memories)

A quiet afternoon,

Your deep sound ,

Oh so sad and sweet;

Brings back memories

Of a childhood long ago.

The melancholy of thoughts

From time so distant.

 

Is it true that you

Are a  harbinger of rain?

Is it possible that your

Call is so significant?

Where do you disappear

The rest of the year.

 

I hear you so often

But seldom see;

And can only hear

The  response

And understand

You are not alone.

 

So you disappear

And reappear

To give us good news

Of  more rains

And  more memories

Of times that unfold

Flight of Fantasy

Flight of Fantasy

He flies , with a few
swings of his wings,
This beautiful butterfly;
Then glides effortlessly
from here to there;
But from where ?
To whither?

A life of beauty and life giving,
flowers profuse,
with a light touch;
And oh such beauty to behold.
Having nothing but yet everything;
And still be content,
To rejoice in the moment

Oh that I could fly
into that world of beauty ,
and savour every moment,
even though brief.
Tomorrow a mist,
Yesterday a memory .
Only one day to behold
‘With gratitude to the Master.’