Every winter from across the hills,
My waiting eyes and hopeful heart,
Winter takes on a splendid form.
He is the spring to my winter,
then mine is one long
beautiful, cherished dream.
Contentment is the core
of my existence, definition
of my days and nights.
What is loneliness?
Never did I feel it or its
shades as described.
All colors appeal to me.
My emotions are ever
in balance, cool and collected.
I am OK, for I converse
with Him on a daily basis.
You should try it to know.
He never betrays, never
leaves you in the lurch.
Takes all my complaints
notes all that gives rise to
sadness, grief or discontent,
replaces them with gladness
love and eye-filling light.
What else can you ask for?
You can see why I said
my life is a lovely dream,
A long song of joy
And a delightful
Celebration of His
creativity, kindness and grace.
Under the canopy of trees
Fanning the sky
Amid the tall pines
Veiling the horizon
By the loom of the hills
Wearing rainbow colored flowers
Across the sun-kissed sea
Shining with blue gold sequins
From the fond memories
Of the beloved and the loved ones
From the fruitful experience
Of life’s fluid enigmas
By solving the unsolved
By bearing the unbearable
By reaching the unreachable
By treating the pundit, pariah
A dog and an elephant
Equally, on the same footing
The mind opens
To a rush of peace.
That’s what my house has always been
for countless cousins, dearly loved kith and kin.
They come in droves for the holidays.
The older people to lie back and relax,
The younger ones to enjoy the cuisine,
books, beach and intelligent fencing.
They found it here easy to breathe,
to laugh, to talk, to move at will.
No dictates of time, space or domestic chores,
no parental vigil, strictures or unit tests.
Visiting local sights, parks and pretty friends
enhanced their eagerness to come back again.
And again and again to play and relax
under the golden sun lighting their gloom,
the soft breeze scented and soothing,
a place where they can be themselves.
The clock on the wall
ticks on digitally forward.
On the wings of hope
faith firm in my pulse
and every heartbeat
I live on walking
on these new paths
of undiscovered joy.
He has a miraculous way
releasing us from the sad
shackles of sickness and sorrow,
from the prison of inability, inaction.
His healing power touches
our lives, enlivens the limbs,
empowers the nerves, nourishes
the body, returns the gift
of health and harmony.
Sometimes the flow is smooth, progressive.
At others, like a stream that ripples, making
waves at a pebble-throw, my life takes on
an attractive shade of a different reality.
It is not tailor-made; it is not always order,
a set routine, or a robot like mechanism.
Thrown out of gear by unexpected, welcome
visits of dearly loved friends, kith and kin,
my home often changes into a paradise cove
on this side of the earth, its glow reaching afar
making all my tomorrows bright and beautiful.
Like the occasional bumps that make the ride
significant, the journey of my life too with its
ups and downs, adrift on the stream of time
becomes more fulfilling, never losing its vital joy,
a gift unsurpassable from my Father in Heaven.
The breeze is cool
Blowing away my being a fool
Expecting unlimited love,
the kind-humanly impossible.
In the night sky
The stars aglow
Their faint light
true and lasting.
Tell me how to glow alone
O star! Without grief
In a brief
and tentative life
a contented self.