"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Sunday, June 5, 2016

BIRDS OF THE AIR

There's death all 'round me in my deepest vales,
But you lift me to peaks where I am whole.
Your will clears a path for each step I take
And I am thankful you are in control.
Like the birds of the air I will not starve,
Though my enemies plot to steal my wage.
Indeed, at times, you gift to me a feast,
While your love soothes the pains and stress of age.
For you alone bring mercy and goodness,
You forgive me and you enrich my life,
So I can marvel at eternity -
Your spirit's works, shaped by your word's sharp knife.