Like grain upon the sandy shores, I was;
You lofted me to dizzy heights atop,
The peaks of mountains, domes of temples glorified,
To prove me I am clay quite sanctified.
Like blade of grass I bent to wind and breeze,
That turned yellow with time and season’s change,
But you chose me to be a bamboo-reed
That birthed such beauteous notes amazing ears.
Like a pebble, I stayed ignored on river-bed,
Insignificant in my earthly stay,
But you made me a rock on mountain’s ledge,
To show the world of Nature’s sculpture-thirst.
Like common clay, I was to form clay pots,
And pitchers holding water for the thirsting lips,
But you changed me to special clay on earth,
With human form, and life in search of God.
The love of God had chosen me to be
A child of Him, who made all things with love
And care, infinite, immeasurable –
What more could I want or desire in life?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 28-03-2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem