I am not the one to be blown away
Like the grasshopper by a light wind
Or like the living home by the tornado
I am not the one to be drowned
By the tears from odes of misery
in torrential monsoon a la Noah's deluge.
I am not the one to be scorched away
By the caustic anger of those who detest
Or by the eternal fires of ones own sin
For I am not afraid of these
created by Our Father for us
For His son is there to guide us,
He is my shelter.
We hail from the animal farm
though not included by George*
for he may not have realised
the significance of us trio.
we are proud for we are blessed
to have witnessed the holy sight
of the child born on a wintry night
(no star in the east guided us thru).
one of us carried the mother earlier
another brought the magi to the manger
the third was a companion to the child
so its name was given to his followers.
we could not express our joy
else we would have shouted Alleluia
Praise be to the Lord
for the miracle in our midst.
Proof of our witnessing no Thomas will ask
For let the season arrive, heralded by snow
We are there in the nativity crib
Surrounding the child for ever and ever.
therefore ye are my witnesses, saith the LORD,
that I am God. (Isaiah 43:12).
*George Orwell (Animal Farm)
Memories are made of photos
the occasions frozen in time
Grown too old to remember
those moments from the past.
Spreading them in front of me
watch all through out the day
Reliving those moments
for what else is there but the past?
… if ye keep in memory what I preached unto
you, unless ye have believed in vain.
(1 Corinthians 15:2)
