Every day at the end of my prayers
I make a bowl of my palms and hold it before thee
For a splendid gift without being asked
Your Godly jest surpasses my wit
All with which you fill my bowl
Is nothing but beads of bright fake gold
I spend my time sieving them again and again
To find a bead of real gold
There's a special beauty and appeal, whenever the poet writes something mystic. His ardent faith in Almighty keeps him on in sieving them again and again, To find a bead of real gold. Brilliant! !
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This witty poem is loaded with wisdom....appreciated! Top score.
An excellent excellent poem with precise ending. Loved this highly expressive poem...top score and to my favorite.
A powerful and wonderful poem with a meaningful message. Not everything that is handed to us is pure gold. We must make efforts to distinguish those that are beneficial to us. A well crafted poem with great images. To my Poem List.
Yes, somewhere in our mangled prayers we thread the bead of hope!
on the holy heart the bead or rosary engraves mystically the shining as the bead of gold o it from throne of God it from the highest heaven for true human
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All with which you fill my bowl Is nothing but beads of bright fake gold.....I profusely admire the beauty of poetic expression so sublime so earnest! The undemanding prayer offered to God by a delicate and honest poetic heart is brilliantly reflected in this fabulous poem! A great piece of poetry!
Thank you Dillip for the unreserved sincere comments that fill my heart with profound feelings