With Each Morning
Written 3 September 2023 For
With Each Morning
With each morning that greets the sky,
What a splendour to watch the sun
Slowly glide along the clear high
In the far distant horizon
Behind trees on the nearby hills,
Brightening the green fields
And beckoning new hopes that ahead lie.
With each morning that heralds new beginnings,
Reflections of pink and gold on heaven`s floor *
A hint of streaming memories
That came some millennia before
And the radiance of God`s glory
Eyeing from just behind the shore
Is a new dawn for our taking.
Yet with each morning news on the media
My mind is ablaze with woes in Ukraine,
And ravages that armies of Russia
Inflict on citizens brim in my brain,
Usher a distaste all throughout the day
And ignites memories of the display
Of Russian army in a brutal way.
With each morning that blows the western breeze
My heart pines and freezes at the vision
Of guiltless children of an advanced nation
Blasted by missiles and lying aground
Or wailing their parents` death just around;
Yet Ukraine`s soldiers just don`t yield the ground:
My salute to them from across the seas.
Howl long will this mean massacre endure!
All men, be they paupers or dictators
Are temporary travellers, for sure
In this earthly sphere, where all creatures
Are assessed by the divine Creator
Through their actions and deeds in their lifetime
To uplift and redeem the human kind.
Let it sink down the mind of Russian rulers
That those who live by the sword fall by the sword,
Let it sink down the mind of all leaders
That divine justice of the Supreme Lord
Knows no flaws and faultless are His records
And to avoid one`s dues one can`t afford,
Be he a vassal or a mighty lord.
With each morning sun drifting up the sky
Let there be hope that peace will soon prevail,
The flag of true justice will fly up high
And the breeze of humanity won`t fail;
Let the flame of faith in the Supreme Lord
Dispel the dreary darkness in Ukraine
Blow away the wilful wind of discord
And liberty be not a word in vain.
*"Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor,
a hint of memories that came millenniums before,
and the radiance of God’s glory, eying from behind the shore,
is a new dawn, for our taking." Martin Braun
Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2023
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