I move about in the darkest of nights,
Trudging through the mist of my thoughts,
In search of the faintest of lights,
In the sepulcher of my mind.
The souls around give a shrieking sound,
Disturbing the calmness inside me,
Reminding me of the cries of my past,
Disabling me to see happiness around me.
The church has shrunk for me,
The trees don’t rustle anymore,
Leaving me lifeless for those around me,
Making the wounds of my soul sore.
Awesome work.....beautifully expressed! "The Church has shrunk for me, The trees don't rustle anymore...." beautiful!
ReplyDeleteDear daughter o'mine...I reitorate what I've told u upten times. Hope u remember theses lines.(hey!this rhymes!!!)ha ha this rhymes tooo..see there is harmony joy,only u and u alone can access it..the moment ur happiness depends on someone else u r undone.Sorry 4 de lecture but it comes in the territory of being a teacher..habits die hard and mine is a long 27 year old habit.As radhika told me recently..'there u go ma'am..'
ReplyDeletewe are Gods creation
soul of his soul
a ray of his light
darkness?
an illusion-a hallucination
Spread your arms in jubilation
open your soul and feel the warmth
close your eyes and see the light
flooding filling your entire being
we ,Gods very own creation
were meant for victory not defeat
the universe is at your feet
just ask and believe
yours is the dream and so is your reality
come, embrace life in all its glory
soon it’ll be time to return
you are God’s own
your will-
the universe’s command
will be…
September 18, 2011 8:05 AM
mama, thanx 4 d awesome comment...i appreciate it
ReplyDelete:)))