Sitting in quiet
I surrender to you
O! My lord
My winnings your grace
My losses your admonition
Hold me by your hand
Least I fall upon rugged earth
Unprotected like a sky diver
With unopened umbrella
With your light shining
This rotten stinking trash bin
Becomes a sparkling treasure chest
The gloomy shroud torn to pieces
Joy eternal glows on dead face
A blissful sensation arising from no where
Like prettiest colorful mushrooms
Sprouting overnight in blessed rain
So fleeting are these happy moments
Dearth in my humble existence
Keep me in your grace Lord!
Keep me in your grace!
My winnings your grace My losses your admonition Lovely lines of a beautiful poem.
A prayer pleading for grace. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
A humble and earnest supplication to the Almighty.... Yes, we all need God's grace to become sparkling treasure chests! Loved reading this, Savita!
Very nice Savita, enjoyed this innocent prayer made. With your light shining This rotten stinking trash bin Becomes a sparkling treasure chest ... that light is hidden in your name only. Ha Ha.
Without His grace we can not imagine even. I invite you to read my poem The Hymn of Mercy.
So gentle expression.It reminds me, the lines from Tagore's song- - - - Let me bow down my head before Your feet...A serene poem.
Lord Krishna? There are many Lord's out there, just wondering to whom is your prayer? I liked it very much!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it thanks for sharing Savita