Tuesday 21 April 2020

His MERCY ✨✨🌸

Mercy is falling, it's falling, it's falling, 
Oh, may the ray of hope touch me, 
For as the Prodigan son, I realize my state,
Oh, why Lord have I reached this phase! 

I was innocent and pure as a jasmine,
Spotless even to assume how sin would be, 
But now my soul STINKS, sin brims over, 
I wonder how my faults grew in age!!! 

YELLOW Pages.. 😔😕🧐

I wish I could burn these books, 
Or rather papers which blot out myself, 
I am debted to you Lord, how much I don't know? 
But looking at me, I feel hopeless. 

People see the goodie-goodie in me, 
Papers of sin pile up to heap dark junks, 
I never knew that I've masked myself, 
For in the eyes of all, my life is a BLESSING! 

Peel off my YELLOW PAGES Lord, 
Drained with specks of my impurities,
May my soul be uplifted as incense, 
To reach you is a BURNING DESIRE now!!! 

GOD, where are you? 😇🙌

Oh, when Lord will others understand me, 
This just lingered on in my minds, 
Waiting for an answer, I thought, sighed, 
Oh... nothing ever cheered me up. 

Lord, I offer myself to you, 
Help me to love myself I am, 
Let nothing disturb me O Lord, 
Rather, let me understand others! 

I want to cry, pour out to you, O Lord, 
All my inmost thoughts and feelings, 
Which none will ever notice, I know, 
You, O Lord are my dwelling place. 

Am I worthy to be a disciple? 
I feel I am not fit, I don't know why? 
But my heart pounds as the days pass by, 
My answer rests in thee, my King!!! 

CORONA 😮😯😔😣😞

Oh... consumed... it's gone, foliage bitten to usurp,
The prosperity  and freshness vanishing with the ruin of lives, 
Even a worm paces steps to attack the opponent, 
Ah, a pest, VIRUS, epidemic, a havoc I would say, 
Millions of bodies scattered among the streets, 
Cries of souls in agony tear open the coffins, 
Pathetic indeed to unidentify kind remains! 

Never expected to multiply so vigorously, 
A word that is updated in the mortals dictionary, 
An infant to the aged, dread in fear, 
For so long, it's impact remain hidden. 
Oh. like Frost, 'Death, who has lost its Sting', 
We are inside safe with cushions of warmth, 
Plates of varieties and pleasures to keep us awake, 
We lay surrounded by a ray of luxury. 

Let us poke our ring of protection, 
Hamper ourselves with wild thoughts to stay confused, 
For we cannot sit back to just view in What's App, 
The statistics of CORONA virus death toll increase. 
Let it pinch us, affect us, turn us to be ACTIVISTS, 
For only if it touches your known and family, 
Would you react in vengeance or anger? 
Ya, right unless you're touched, you won't react! 

Alas, no, let us be filled with LOVE, 
LOVE for Humanity, 
Shed tears for our brethren victims, 
Who die and return to DUST everyday. 

Oh, don't just clench your fists and beat the drum, 
Or, in anguish say, 'What else can I do? '
I recommend, 'Cover yourself not only with masks, 
But also with the veil of PRAYER. '
Just be immersed in it, to look beyond, 
As Mahatria puts it the right way,
"His ways are His ways; we cannot comprehend. "
Just speak upto God; link chains of PRAYER. 

Maiden mother, it's your day today, 
Oh, how we lift our hearts in pain for CORONA, 
Dear Mary Help of Christians, with the help of, 
Your loving son Don Bosco and daughter Mary Mazzarello, 
Intercede for us to swipe away this disease, 
An apt day to move our fingers in Rosary, 
To enchant hymns of praises and ejaculations,. Shout to him in anxiety, wail and pour it now itself. 

WHAT UNCERTAIN LIFE, 
NOTHING IS DETERMINED, 
MARY, ST. CORONA, 
SAINTS AND HOLY ANGELS, 
ST. MICHAEL, THE ARCH-ANGEL, 
DEFEND US IN THE BATTLE, 
LET THE PANDEMIC OF CORONA,
BE WASHED AWAY!!! 

SILENCE.. 🥺

Time to look into ourselves, 
Hey, be quiet, sit calm, be still, 
It's a difficult time  I know,
Huge cave, yeah, entering into SELF. 🙌

Mother Teresa says clearly of "Silence", 
A moment where you discover God. 
He speaks and you invariably listen, 
Are you ready for this SILENCE? 😯

A rare jewel, cannot be worn by any, 
Unless, God's spirit pervades you, 
For a noisy gong booming or clashing, 
Produces sound alone nothing more. 😇

GRATITUDE TO OUR SAINTLY SISTERS !#!

Loving greetings to our saintly Sisters, Ten feet trotted hurriedly to carry their lamps, Each from different directions to tent their cam...