Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Feb 15, 2007 3:05:11 GMT -5
DEAR LORD, YOU ABOVE ALL
Dear Lord I feel like a void clay figurine
Almost always waiting for your Love to come:
I pray to You to replace that void inside and give me
Worth that comes only from your enlightened
Might….. I feel like there’s no other love that
I would worship unless I had a fair part
From you….. Once loved and recognised by you
I would but share it with a humanity that
Comes into my life as poor creatures, themselves
Seeking for you. I feel most fortunate,
Dear Lord, because I know so many ways to look
For you, to wait for you, to pray again,
To wait again, until I can feel your resplendent grace
Like delicate touches of solar beams, of warm winds
Soft and almost silent…as a touch of angels
Wings, and this is how I feel I should praise You
With modest words of gratitude; a poem, maybe…...
EUGENIA PANTECAN
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Dear Lord I feel like a void clay figurine
Almost always waiting for your Love to come:
I pray to You to replace that void inside and give me
Worth that comes only from your enlightened
Might….. I feel like there’s no other love that
I would worship unless I had a fair part
From you….. Once loved and recognised by you
I would but share it with a humanity that
Comes into my life as poor creatures, themselves
Seeking for you. I feel most fortunate,
Dear Lord, because I know so many ways to look
For you, to wait for you, to pray again,
To wait again, until I can feel your resplendent grace
Like delicate touches of solar beams, of warm winds
Soft and almost silent…as a touch of angels
Wings, and this is how I feel I should praise You
With modest words of gratitude; a poem, maybe…...
EUGENIA PANTECAN
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED