Dr. Antony Theodore
My Soul Is Thirsty - Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
This morning brings a new song
from beyond the world of the skies
where the angels and saints live.
This new song reminds me to pray.
The praying white swans I see
The chattering prayers of the sparrows I hear.
With gentle care
I kneel and thank with folded hands
drubbing the dogmas,
lost in my own cogitations
about God and the world beyond.
I walk through the mysterious path of flowers.
I chuckle quietly in stealth
when the angels count my footprints.
Who can build a bridge from earth to heaven?
Deep in my innermost recesses,
my soul is thirsty
to attain the divine.
Who will quench my thirst?
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