Christian Eliab Ratnam
Biography of Christian Eliab Ratnam
Date Of Birth: 27th March 1990
Place Of Birth: Singapore
About The Poet: Anyway I am a deep thinker and an avid reader. Writing poems is my passion! My main source of inspiration is the Bible although many other events and circumstances do sometimes give me the spur to write. Poetry is the essence of all things written. It is the projection of valuable deep thoughts brought forth in all it's beauty and glory! A wonderful stress reliever, I must say! I hope you enjoy my poems!
Praise Be To G-D! ! !
Quote For Thought! ! !
'Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better.' -Andre Gide.
Christian Eliab Ratnam's Works:
I am yet to publish books. Nevertheless I can assure you I will be publishing books in the near future. Until then, good waiting! ! !
P.S. The longer you wait the better the book will be. That I assure you!
Christian Eliab Ratnam Poems
The Voice Of My Saviour
Through the mist of my heart, I heard a voice, A sweet, melodious voice That affirmed the words
If love could be another word, If love always is true, If love’s all the world’s about, Then Honey, love is you.
Love, Joy, Peace And Presence
My love for you, How rich in depth? For joy to cherish, For peace to restore,
An Abode Of Love
Love what a wonderful feeling, Love that has no beginning, Love a well filled with petals, Love that blossoms, swells and settles.
His Gentle Gaze
In the morning, when I get up His gentle gaze gives me the
In His Arms
In His gentle arms, All worries gone. In His cosy arms, All joy is born.
A Symbolic Cousin (For My Cousin On Her ...
You are a wonderful friend, A great companion too. Sometimes a tiring journey wears a person out, Strangely all that changes when I am around you.
Bring Some More Unto Me!
On an island faraway, My soul I left to run astray. I was stranded in a prison, Until I was released into freedom.
Life So Brief
Under the debris, I hear a boy crying. Under the mud, I hear a mother screaming. Under water, I see a father struggling. Under grief, I hear a girl lamenting.
Dreams, oh the pleasure, Of glorious companion, Assist me in my search for treasure, While I journey in sleep's convention.
His Compassion, His Mercy
My soul seeks for compassion, My being for mercy yearns, I have sinned, I have sinned, I have sinned against my God.
Until I Clung To Him
A giant step to me it seemed, Though not even a step to Him. A painful effort to me it seemed, A needless effort to Him.
My Love, My Desire
A meaningful conversation, She told me all I knew. From my childhood dreams and fantasies, To all of which I had no clue.
I acknowledged the Lord, In all my ways. Awaiting His permission each step. His divine mercy and infinite grace,
Until I Clung To Him
A giant step to me it seemed,
Though not even a step to Him.
A painful effort to me it seemed,
A needless effort to Him.
A tiring walk to me it seemed,
A jolly good stroll to Him.
A huge mountain to me it seemed,
An abode of ants to Him.