When she charts the stars
I fall from the heavens
And slide by her eyes
Of deep glowing moons.
I hold the orbs of her planets
High and firm
With the force of a galaxy.
I glide down the valley
To where the river flows
Inside her swan white thighs
Through the branches of thistle
Swaying to and fro in the lockstep
Of love.
I tell her in the evening
That we have the world at our fingertips
Spinning perfectly on an axis
Of great beginnings.
She smiles and looks back at the stars
And I climb back up again.
Oaring through the vast ocean of knowledge,
Tiding through currents with courage,
Diving deep to find pearls of wisdom,
Guiding with a prism through the kingdom.
Patience woven in each fabric,
Kindness poured in noble tactic.
Teachings unlock closed door,
Musings reveal so much more.
In the era of Google and AI,
Information at the fingertips, oh my!
A mentor is irreplaceable,
Moulds futures, so impeccable.
Spiders kept weaving their webs,
Dust knocking on closed windows,
Within closed books and cupboards,
Coolness settled in.
Among the stacks of dozens of books,
Mosquitoes turned like ascetics,
Taking residence in the classroom's walls,
As the clock on the wall continued ticking.
At last, I embraced transformation,
A revolution was imperative,
For women's existence,
In the evolving fabric of society,
And for the ultimate triumph -
Where on the streets,
The rights of the people
Won't be trampled,
The dignity of women
Won't be bartered,
No one will inquire
About anyone's caste or creed,
All will be equal and deserving,
Dust will be swept off the books
Then new volumes will be scripted,
Where women
Will chart the course of new epochs and reforms.
Our Lord’s there for me
There so lovingly
Through the dark He guides me
As He promised me He would
He has always understood
And when I’ve not been good
Still by my side He’s stood
Offering His love
He sends to me his Dove
How does He know just what I need when I’m down
Why, He just offers love
Sends me a better plan
Then He gently takes my hand
He would never leave me to flounder alone
No
He lifts me high
Comforts me when I cry
Until each tear is brushed away by His hand
His comforting hand
Leads me to a new land
It’s the kind of love that comes from just One
Not the love from a man
He leads me home
Takes me as I am
Inspired by His heart
A new course I chart
Grateful for a new start
I know we’ll never part
For John Heck's Sondheim contest. Lyrics to be sung to the tune of "Finishing the Hat"
from "Sunday in the Park with George."
While traveling through a mist of lost direction;
My search is for memories left behind.
I am tethered to the present by a silken line which I cling to as;
A Protection against all fears of the unknown;
And the future (as always) maintains its ambiguity.
And with my guitar comes a melody;
That fits a fore lone song;
And with the lyrics comes this mystery.
Is what has passed now gone?
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