Eager to please
Eager to swallow
Hook, line and sinker
Such are but indigo sightings
Part of my rainbow
The color of blood oozes in delight
Reaching towards the relativities in life
Seeking a hand for support
Whatever leanings one has to offer
My point of reference
Has always been for the good of many
The poor, the sick and the needy
I may be deaf, i may be blind
But you Oh Lord
Know what my heart speaks over and over
I might be a fool to others
But justice seeks its own kind
On boundaries I say find
Indigo sightings
This beautiful poem has merged into a prayer in the end. Great write, Meggie. Warm Regards. Naseer
Meggie your love of God just oozes out of every pore of your body... to your pen and to my heart...Fondest regards Alf
Whatever leanings one has to offer My point of reference Has always been for the good of many The poor, the sick and the needy. A Gandhian talisman beautifully penned. CP
eager to please one is never a fool to god and he is the one you can rely upon lovely poem meggie i sense a sadness be maggie thats all that matters 10
Meggie, I would say this is a saintly sayings coming out from a saintly individual like Mother Theresa who is willing to offer her life just for the sake of helping people who are in need particularly the poorest of the poor. I wish there are more like you who could be called the 'Living Saint'.
The poor, the sick and the needy I may be deaf, i may be blind But you Oh Lord Know what my heart speaks over and over.thqat is how my rainbow of life is actually.. i maybe complet one rainbow which include all for me though i may be dfecinet in allthe respect but stilli love all inme... tks it is idal one....10 read mikne rising sun...laila
Thank you for the invite Meggie. This is the truth about life. Love Paddy
Compassionate in your thought about doing good for others not minding the inconveniences. A beautiful piece
Compassionate in your thought about doing good for others not minding the inconveniences. A beautiful piece
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the poet has creatively penned her love for nature, God, and those few moments of clarity we all tend to have which are few and far between....her passion really exudes throughout the poem leaving this reader in her world for a 'moment' with her