O Lord, my God...Hear Thy humble servant's voice
words from weed pot of my unworthy heart
In great and unspeakable joy
For Thy countenance covering me
and Thy marvelous deeds I behold
Thou giveth me sound, sound story to tell
This is so fragrant like the smell..
of wild cherry in the mountains
and wonderful like
young lion roaring in the night dessert
This also a story about man of Thine
comes from North, West, Far...
His name once was Dew in my ear
But now he is Rain
Maketh green, clean and seen
the young leaves of forgotten forest
Sprung by kindness and grown by freshness
Flows his virtues like a river of humility
Thus I sit in the corner of the bridge
Smile in stillness
Through him Thou hast made my eyes glow
with flashing light of hope
and my weak legs step even stronger
Too wonderful....
Hi Yudhie, you have an interesting blog, and links! I will take some time to read your postings!
ReplyDeleteIn Christ, Marcel.. .:)
Thanks, Marcel....
ReplyDeleteIt's comfort for me knowing that somebody reads my unworthy blog :P! Thanks for your kindness!
Your poetry feels rare and fresh to me.
ReplyDeleteWould you like help with the technicalities of English grammar on this poem?
AR, actually I don't really know how to make a poem even... :P. And honestly, I am inspired by the way you nicely write down your poetry in your blog....
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by and giving your kind comment
The most important part of poetry is the images within it. Your images are radiant and full of meaning. Please keep writing them down as they come to you.
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