The Silent Street; My Distaste and My Delight
Far from sight
I hear the sounds of mini birds chirping
Yellow leaves blowing from the ground.
The breeze, oh so peaceful!
The lovely trees that shelter the summer rays,
Sheltered me at night.
The sun is in haste, clock in ahead of time
The glittering of the twilight is enchanting
Because...
Dreams are made at dusk.
I walk and walk albeit I bow my head to the ground;
Thirsty, gasping and sweating...
But ah, the dew drops, the green moist leaves
Apparently Eased my bruised heel!
Indeed the silent street is; my silent dreams
my forgotten desire’s
My heart has nothing to ask for
Often numb by bruises, journeying through desert.
Yet I owe this silent street of life.
For that has enable me to embrace life as it arrived
To tipped my hat with awe,
To be at peace with nature and man
And vent not my voice to curse but bless.
One must walk through the silent street
Because...
The only Abled, I AM, walked that street;
Carried the heavy wooden cross,
Fulfilled the promise made.
Then I must not bide my time to walk the silent street;
Though it has its own distaste
It's a lucid gold, my very own delight
Because
My thoughts will be prune
My aim will no longer be narrow
My life is not in vain
You and I are treasured possession to Christ
And our joy will not be hidden.
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27/09/2022
Copyright © Kuppy Phom Sudhir | Year Posted 2019
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