Friday, April 20, 2012

The paths not taken..

Dear Lord Jesus Christ,
What happened to the paths that I could not take?
Where were they leading and where did they go?
What was in them,
that disappeared in untold folklore?
anticipation and dreams filled the forthcoming yore..
When the hour of the path passed by,
The sweat of labor was flowing high,
I was wishing them to smile, embrace drew nigh
To take me far to an engaging fore,
The material chase with mirages galore,
myopic movement, acrid race,
they all fizzled out in painful haze..

Dear Lord says,
Poor dreamer you are , poorer schemer,
juvenile planner and   unimaginative lover of life..
The paths you took have been bigger, bigger than the dreams,
Green and blue, beautiful,
divine sweeps of fine and full air,
concieved, planned and executed by Myeslf..

Dear Lord Jesus Christ,
Who am I to bother about the paths to take..
Your Holy spirit moves me in my existense..
In all happiness,
I must praise You,
For my blessing of being carefree 


RiĆ  said...

A very nice devotional poem.

R. Ramesh said...

God bless:)