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He Has Only Just Begun
The chirping of the first bird to which I listen
And the first ray of the sun that glistens
Are not the beginnings, yet, continuations?
Of his caring hand, carrying on its liberation
Like untimely drizzling and winged termites
Surprises set in with inexplicable delights.
Each petal that unfurls from fresh flowers
Rays that spread out like rainbow showers
Movements of the mind and heart with feelings
Timely movement of the sun above the ceilings
Birds and beasts have good and bad times.
Hearts chant songs of the almighty in chimes.
Each act he begins, like ripples on water, spreads
With the emerging moon, his graces flow ahead.
Each moment is an era of mercy in his hands.
They're countless, like gold-dust-like desert sands.
Copyright ©
Christuraj Alex
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