THE FIRE AND THE GLINT
No one knows
Why some things happen the way they always
do,
No one knows
Why my Will need not be the one needed by my soul…
Today, I heard someone reminding me,
Over and over again,
That, Your Will should come before mine…
And, I heard myself repeatedly crying –
“Yes, Yes… Yes!”
So, here I am looking up to the skies and pleading:
Give me the sunlight,
Send me the rain,
May the wind blow gentle,
May the Seas go kind…
May the Stars stay long,
May the Moon come often…
Send me my Guardian Angel,
May he watch me over when I rest,
May he guard my dear ones when I go on my
sojourn…
Teach me how to change with seasons,
Stand steadfast as hills,
Smile with the clouds,
Dance with the leaves,
Sing with the cuckoos,
Flow with the streams…
I am busy preparing the soil,
And sowing the seeds,
And, trusting my heart,
And, walking in Your faith,
Basking in Your Grace...
You, who speak from the Fire
That eternally burns,
And, I... the glint
That eternally yearns!
Your Will is fine...
May it be mine!
GERALD D'CUNHA
Pic.: Denzil Pais
Comments
Love,
Sir
. Neelam
Love,
GERRY