Treasure Island

Valsa George


A Slice of Paradise


Nestled in verdant woods,
on a low lying promontory,
The sequestered convent stood,
kissing the shadow of church steeples.
A safe haven to virgin grace,
A quiet abode!

Tranquil was the site
with a calm drowning the hubbub around.
Plants bowed under the weight of blooms
ready for offering at the altar in the shrine.
Dressed in dazzling white from top to toe,
and hoods in black, covering their heads,
Moved silent with easeful pace, the nuns,
like penguins, gliding over the ice.

Gently tip toed
to the chapel through the rear entrance,
The serenity of the scene,
overpowering the disquiet within,
Nothing of grandeur to arrest the eyes,
save a simple crucifix hung on the wall,
and a statue of Mary and Joseph at the side.

As I stood with folded hands,
Nothing did I see, but a gentle whisper heard,
filling me with a coolness, so delicate and beatific.

A riot of colours and gorgeous spires emerged,
and legions of angels gently falling in line.
I saw winged seraphs with bugles in hands,
singing hymns on end in quiescent, celestial notes.

How long did I bury my (self) in that blissful state?
Or was it a moment when time refused to budge?

Before me, I saw a slice of paradise unveiled,
a sight so radiant, never before beheld.

In the stillness, the song of birds from surrounding woods,
sifted down through the murmur of wafting winds.
Pleasant was the sensation that replenished the soul.
Deep it was and deeper than ever.
Sucked to the fill, the peace that exuded.
Lay afloat in the joy that welled.

It was a feel far too deep for words.
More appeasing than all the riches,
this famished world could offer.

Like a child cuddled in sweet embrace,
I felt sheltered from all storms and gales.

Trapping that celestial feel,
and wrapped in grace,
I stepped out from that serene calm,
into a busy boisterous world.
to remain a sea shell,
hiding an ocean within,
with a prayer that the waters that fill,
shall be the resurging waters of love.

Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2012

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  • Akhtar Jawad (6/17/2014 11:18:00 PM)

    Nice vision, nice thinking, nice description, nice language. So your poem wins four awards and the fifth is naturally a nice poem. (Report) Reply

    Valsa George (6/18/2014 3:23:00 AM)

    Akhtarji..... What more do I need other than this kind of uplifting support from friends like you! Thank you so much!

  • Mike Barrett (3/11/2014 10:52:00 AM)

    Hi Valsa, ITs blessings come to us in moments of grace, but only when IT has determined that we've earned them. Thanks for sharing! (Report) Reply

  • Amitava Sur (3/2/2014 8:15:00 PM)

    A lovely soothing landscape you drew about the chapel where I was dipped in peace in that quiet abode..... touched my heart (Report) Reply

  • Chandra Thiagarajan (11/29/2012 9:39:00 AM)

    With you I too was transported to paradise! A grand out pouring of your over flowing emotions took me along! I could not but help being wrapped by your wonderful rendition! Kudos!
    Thanks for the poem.With warm regards,
    Chandra Thiagarajan (Report) Reply

  • Www. Poemhunter.com/m-d-dinesh-nair-2 (9/2/2012 7:19:00 AM)

    The celestial feel can in all probability transport one to a world of oblivion. The ills of the superfluous can oft times be given a panacea of the kind. The poem is noted for its prime literary glow sans a flip. (Report) Reply

  • Pankajam K (6/8/2012 11:31:00 AM)

    I get the feel of visiting the place as I read. Imagery is vivid, words apt. (Report) Reply

  • Shihabudheen K J (5/14/2012 10:48:00 AM)

    Am lucky to be d first person to comment on ur work.one of the greatest poems ever i read.finest works on nuns so far.such angels feeling like dream for general pleasure fed women illustrated so truly, magically, divinely and more powerfully holy.that mist which passes through their virgin palace will ask pains to go away from these cute penguins.the rain that blows through their convent wont carry fear and thunder in them, but love and care of god, the ultimate peace.wow. (Report) Reply

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