glimmering the wet leaves
soon vaporizing under strong sunny light
and birds perch with their strong claws
in the branches of the shade tree
chanting a sweet sound to the children
Comfort, not all are
it's not about pleasure
not all are pleasant
but in everything there will be joy
thrown out and fall on the street,
young leaves smile cheerfully
they kiss the earth and be forgotten
until the mighty rain fall and they're swept away
a pearly rose comes up from the ground
yet it springs the thorns
and the noisy weed in the field
spread out its greenery in beauty
in the day coming, O ants
know I not what will be
a stone, shards or gravels
ropes, sword or fire
hidden from my eyes
how many days, how many days
neither know I
it's near I feel
just like a juicy honey comes out from the little buds
and so quickly they shy away
just abide, hook freely
Your Maker knows who you are
and always be there in every-time
not always to please, not always to grant
but to strengthen and to sustain
through the strongest wind of the east,
the darkest valley of the north,
the cloudiest sky in the west,
and the fiercest waterspout in the south
Let His mighty Arms carry you.
"Rejoice and be glad that we belong to Christ" (Elder Nikolai Gurianov).
soon vaporizing under strong sunny light
and birds perch with their strong claws
in the branches of the shade tree
chanting a sweet sound to the children
Comfort, not all are
it's not about pleasure
not all are pleasant
but in everything there will be joy
thrown out and fall on the street,
young leaves smile cheerfully
they kiss the earth and be forgotten
until the mighty rain fall and they're swept away
a pearly rose comes up from the ground
yet it springs the thorns
and the noisy weed in the field
spread out its greenery in beauty
in the day coming, O ants
know I not what will be
a stone, shards or gravels
ropes, sword or fire
hidden from my eyes
how many days, how many days
neither know I
it's near I feel
just like a juicy honey comes out from the little buds
and so quickly they shy away
***
O, heartjust abide, hook freely
Your Maker knows who you are
and always be there in every-time
not always to please, not always to grant
but to strengthen and to sustain
through the strongest wind of the east,
the darkest valley of the north,
the cloudiest sky in the west,
and the fiercest waterspout in the south
Let His mighty Arms carry you.
***
-Yudhie
"Rejoice and be glad that we belong to Christ" (Elder Nikolai Gurianov).
Impossibly beautiful, Yudhie!
ReplyDeleteWho could write this but you,
who live in Christ, letting Him
live in you, and so utter these solemn words of beauty.
Thanks be to God!
All beauty belong to Him
ReplyDeleteand all He made dimly reflect His
astounded and captured by it
sons of men sings delightedly
Thanks, brothers in Christ Romanos, Ian,
what a joy to have you visit
and giving your kind words
Praise God constantly,
what is more beautiful than Praising Him with our lives?
Ameyn.Glory to God! :)
What a beautiful spirit you have - your hope and love for God are truly contagious. Thank you for posting this poem!
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