'This Is My Prayer To Thee' - Poem by Valsa George
Make me a flower
delicate and sweet, spewing fragrance
into the blowing breeze.
Make me a violin
from whose strings melody flows
to soothe the ailing nerves.
Make me a rain cloud
sailing over the breadth of skies
showering cooling droplets
on to the thirsting mouth of the Earth.
Make me a lamp
shedding beams of light
from the mazy depths of gloom.
Make me a vessel
full with love to pour out into empty pitchers.
Make me a barge
with sails filled by the wind
that in me, I can ferry the sinking souls
to far safer shores of life.
Let every atom of my being
throb with Thy filling love
Let it spring forth in jets
to form the gushing stream
Let many drink from that fountain
and taste the sweetness
of Thy nourishing love
Let the land be watered
Let the dirt be cleansed
Let the Earth wear a celestial charm
Let the plants celebrate the carnival of colours
and in my basket shall I gather
many a fragrant bloom
to be offered at your feet with love
and remain squatted in Thy presence,
not losing in the pageant
of this transient life.
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