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Who was this One born meek and mild,
this infant, Mary’s baby boy child ?
Why was He born in dark of night
beneath the star of brightest light ?
Countless in number the angels sang,
above the hillsides their praises rang.
Below in the fields were those thought least:
frightened shepherds whose wonder never ceased.
Who was this One of whom angels did sing:
the question of those with little to bring.
Even those stabled there knew that this night
because of Him, all would be set right.
Heralded in time by men from the east,
they came with great treasures upon their beasts.
Bowing low before the King of Kings,
they paid Him homage with finer things.
But what was so special about that night,
that which puts Christmas in it’s truest light ?
O, who is this One of majestic worth,
This One with rightful claim to the earth ?
While Watching the Dark Clouds
While watching the sky and its amazing dark clouds,
I was lost for a while in the diffusing Sunlight,
Coming from behind the engulfed Sun,
Penetrating it somewhere, without much success,
However, silently the Sun kept on trying and moving,
In spite of all the dark clouds,
Hovering all around it and were trying to fear the Sun,
By their shapes and dark sings.
But the clouds could not block the movements of the Sun,
And its life giving light for more than
Few moments.
It assured me once again in my faith,
That darkness can never be a
A permanent fate.
Sooner or later the light brings alive the life,
Even if, it is in extreme darkness.
Ravindra
Posted on 04th Jan. 2011
Photo by Ravindra K Kapoor
http://poetrypub.ning.com/photo/watching-the-dark-couds-054?context=user
Greatness
Born of hearts desire
A flame of inner fire
Dies to quiet fear
Fades and disappears
Or rises like a dove
To the atmosphere above
Of contempt and envy
Where mediocrity reigns
For doth not heat rises into hovering cold
And light disperse into the black of night
Indeed so
But greatness finds a way
When guarded day by day
Encased in iron will
Protected from the chill
Burning as a glow
For they who find and know
To lock away all aspirations
Within the iron vessel of courage
For heat contained destroys the cold within
And light encompassed dispels the dark
Guard therefore
Every goal and every dream
Let your purpose go unseen
Keep it ever tucked away
Til at long last come the day
When all shall look
And see…
Greatness
…Jeff Bresee
It is almost full moon
and I am surrounded by Earth in the night light,
Up here perched on top of my roof
As if I had no where else to go.
I feel more real up here than I do down there,
Yet I am isolated and still
as night’s air hangs on my skin while moon’s light absorbs me
into the life we forget as we go about our day.
Songs of crickets in the ground wash over the noisy sea
Beneath the idea I live as me.
I peer through your open window
Distracted by the colour of your TV,
Cars in the streets, people pacing in their homes.
But moon’s light absorbs me away
Into the dark blue sky of stars
Abundant above in absolute adoration…
And I am in awe.
Why not this reality set me free?
Why am I bound by day and all its modern technology?
My spirit is weeping.
The longer I sit upon my roof
The clearer I see through dark trees and vast seas
Alone with the sounds of the night’s world
my being years for inner peace.
Form:
The solemn mood is right now out here
and the yellow hallowed moon burns bright
to write my mind vomit spilling out.
By starlight the dazzling night is cold,
sold silently to my waking soul
as I find this conversation on the other side.
Arid leaves have fallen to the ground below,
up on my roof, again I’m slow to melt away
like light summer raindrops quenching gently,
fears trapped in tears wash away what’s in me.
Burnished beams of light from inside
out and away into the dormant night
you take flight and expand the heavens.
My thoughts carried rapidly through my mind
as I am lost in some kind of enchanted tale
I find the words I inhale on this page,
a center stage, my own master puzzle
guzzling, flowing forth as my pen takes shape
I escape, unraveling line by line,
splattered out across a surreal time
as though a new painting still against a wall
I fall…
drawn deep into my perplexing dreams
as this night’s realm captures me.
I gaze up into the stars above,
think about love as life breathes away from enemies
I feel you touch the scars that have cut me.
Time travels through my eyes
as the skies mirror what earth beholds
I am sold…
silently to my waking soul.
I am whole if just for this moment in time…
in this I find my own divine.
Beyond the fine line that separates a world of hate
I stand knocking at the gate of grace,
heart, body and mind open to the space in dreams told
I am sold…silently to my waking soul