The presence of the white moon
And the white fire,
the fragrance of the blossoms
falling down like white feathers,
the emerging gold of the white fire,
the slow dance of those flames:
all that kindled in me
the sharpening presence
of an Almighty Thou.
We don't need to worry too much when God is there to take care of everything. The sun, the moon, the sky, the water cycle etc. who directs them to do their work? Beautiful poem.10++
The presence of you your feelings your thoughts your impulses your identity is what god has given out of his form and heaven......
For whoever u have written this is really lucky.... its really beutiful
Wounderfull Tony the emerging gold of the white fire, the slow dance of those flames:
A Beautiful poem filled with presence of divinity..Beautiful way you have portrayed moon..Loved reading each lines. Thanks for this pleasant poem.
You caught the presence of Providence in ‘white moon’…’white fire’…’musical dance’…and enkindled your inner purity…finery of metaphors…wow! Just to mention white is color of ‘Purity and Peace’ we all aspire for … thanks Sir Regards Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
Again, , , , , , , you are simply amazing.........simple, beautiful lines expressing the whole of life and living and I am stunned..........you are just beyond expressions...........you have conquered my heart........your lines are very very clear and touching the core and you have made the thing you wanted to convey in exact terms that you go straight deep into the heart with your just brief but overflowing lines..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed reading your poem Rgds Nooruddeen