The dictionary is open
The pages fly beneath my fingers
My pen is poised but the sheet is blank
There are no words for this joy I’m feeling
There are no words for my joy
U-V-W-X and Y
Now I’m halfway through the Z’s
My pen is poised but the sheet’s still blank
There are no words for the joy of Jesus
There are no words for my joy
It’s inexpressible, it’s irrepressible
It’s like a boat lifted by the tide
It’s unexplainable, it’s uncontainable
Can’t find the words though you know I’ve tried
It’s unexplorable, unmetaphorable
The river is deep and the sea is wide
The river is deep and the sea is wide
The Holy Scriptures are open
The pages fly beneath my fingers
My lips are poised and my heart is full
I found a word for this joy I’m feeling
Only one word for this joy:
Hallelujah!
Categories:
unexplorable, joy,
Form: Free verse
Very strange and unexplorable
is this illusion in our mind.
It is like a glittering pearl
in our darkness inside.
It knits a fine linen with joy and dreams
Decorates the cloth with alluring things.
This sorcerer engulfs and covers us
With it’s dire hypnotism.
Then finally deludes and deceives us
So miserably with blankness.
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Amitava (15.7.2015) 7-00am
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Categories:
unexplorable, holocaust,
Form: Free verse