LANGUAGE OF GOD
Look
upon the Himalayas:
At
the foot of this gigantic mount,
The
secrets of the world are hidden,
Untouched,
virginal and immaculate.
Pray, this is the sanctuary of
discipline
Where man meets the heavens.
In
the snow resting humble and low,
Faithful
of the descending bliss,
The
flowers bloom in ivory white,
And
the berries ripe in bloody red.
Above the crown of winter and green,
The seraphim sing in Holy Name.
The
light showers and gives warmth;
The
clouds baptize the roots,
Nature
is like to a temple
That
cleanses and serves her people.
For the sun is the power
And the rain is the life.
The
wind murmurs in worship;
The
leafage dancing, shadows in silhouette.
For
it is indeed the language of God;
The
miracle long forgotten.
This is Nature’s shrine
Where truth is clearly seen!
(Written
on February 3, 1980. Originally published under the title “Winter Green” in Thomasian Engineer, 1981. Some parts
re-written on January 1, 1997.)
Journeying the endless distance
There were many roads, unchosen paths;
Curiosity sometimes gives a light
The answer is an inquiry – a poem;
Soon perhaps, palm will clasp palm,
(Published in MOD Magazine Vol. XXII No. 964, February 23, 1990)
A VISION OF
ACQUAINTANCE
Journeying the endless distance
In
the hyperbole of joy and violet.
Adolescence,
an explosion of brilliance;
A
sparkling ruby in a golden inset.
There were many roads, unchosen paths;
Many
strangers and a frivolous frock.
Indeed!
Lingering questions – aftermaths
Of
crossroads and a key in a lock.
Curiosity sometimes gives a light
Or
leads to a despairing dream...!
Can
one foresee what is not in sight?
Can
one form an image in a rippling stream....?
The answer is an inquiry – a poem;
A
wish that a writer cannot deny.
From
the inner voice comes a priceless item;
A
future waiting for a reply.
Soon perhaps, palm will clasp palm,
A
debonair meeting a lovely lass.
Eye
meets eye in a quivering calm....
Finally,
acquaintance comes to pass!
(Published in MOD Magazine Vol. XXII No. 964, February 23, 1990)
