It was a Lenten Friday evening
Had a repeat encounter happening
At the end of the stations of cross
Like at the end of Sunday Mass**
In front of the church of St. Francis
A lady asked in a patronizing voice
Whether I am new to the church
Replied its a year since I am in touch.
She said finally, let the Lord be with me
Told her I felt Him sitting next to me
She was astonished at my nerve
its natural I love HIM with verve.
(** see MY Shepherd)
(St Francis of Assisi, Naugatuck, CT 06770)
Did you see the sun
Peeping thru the clouds
Soon after a shower
Creating a magic
Across the skies
In all its colorful glory
For a very short time
What we call as a rainbow.
Did you see the Son
Peeping from the heavens
Soon after your prayer
Creating a magic
Across your mind
In all its pious glory
For a very short time
What we call as "Peace".
Rainbow neither can be seen
Nor can be retained forever
Being of ethereal variety
And under apt conditions.
But peace can be felt
Eternally as you wish
All you need is to pray
And He will lend a hand.
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you;
not as the world giveth, give I unto you.
( John 14:27)
5/29/02
Withstood the vagaries of weather
Like the desolate tree in the wild
Easter once more has passed
(For my year starts with Easter)
One more notch on this tree trunk
By the axe of Lord Mortem.
Few more notches in as many years
Then this tree will finally collapse
Justifying the old adage sure enough
“Little strokes fell great oaks”.
Ain’t worried about the imminent end
Like the tree unaware of the axe- man arrival
For I continue spreading the good news
(Like the tree spreading its branches)
Of the spoken word of my dear lord
Through my written words adoring Him.
I will plant in the wilderness the cedar,
the shittah tree, and the myrtle,
and the oil tree… (Isaiah 41:19)
