Where are those kaleidoscopic rainbows?
Where are those immaculately white clouds?
Have those seraphs who constantly compose
'Glory to God' has been lost in cloud shrouds?
Thrones made of precious stones are seen no more.
Where are those souls washed by the blood of Christ?
Shouldn't each saint sing, dance, praise, and adore?
Isn't there, between heaven and earth, a tryst?
I miss the gold arcades and silver stairs.
Where are the upward-winding promenades?
Finding me standing with eyes full of tears
An angel spoke to me thus from the shades:
"You haven't lost, child, the heavenly mirth.
The heavens have now come down to the earth."
My inspiration often carries me.
To that fantastic ethereal world
Wherein immaculate beings I see
Where peace and serenity are unfurled.
Faith and hope flow there like rivers in flood.
Love hovers like the stars of the galaxies.
Compassion dwells like redness in the blood.
Holiness rings loud like waves of the seas.
With Cherubim, seraphim, and angels
Firmaments shine as though a million suns
Grace and grandeur ring out into hymnals.
I feel one with the souls of my loved ones.
Crises of my existence gently cease.
Rid of pains, I enjoy the divine peace...
Within one's inner shrine
Being with the Divine
Humans attain fullness
Devoid of all illness...!
Spiritual powers
Like heavenly showers
Fall on human conscience
Destroying all non-sense...!
Like germs disinfect home
Like ever fertile loam
Illnesses far hidden
Immunity-ridden...
Human self into God
Merges lovingly awed
Turns into single whole
With body, mind and soul...!
21 November 2022
In the guise of life
patterned circumstances
affirmation Howl.
Better to be in Hell
for all eternity,
than in Heaven
—on borrowed time
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
It's the beatific strand of all times
I'm feminine in body and mind
Bequeathing my breath
Dispelling darkness
Pulling strings
For the cosmos to dance with
Wise are partners
Of this fusion
In perpetual tune
With this bandwidth-
(c)copyright-vijay nair
Your a howling light
A breath of inspiration
Such a wondrous sight
A miraculous creation
Your conformity is right
A beatific reputation
An angel in flight
My splendid salvation
~Leonard Napierskie
Some flashes string to heart
her's did and neither of us hid
they were kind and molten
and sad and smiling golden
the twinkles ran the diamonds
and the words were not needed
the energy was so amiable
her brown rays consummated with mine blues
and the affect was a connection of heavenly hue
she remained in that brown stare and gaze
till my blue was bathed in that consuming haze
they do spell wonder-low and high
her beatific brown eyes.
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