Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Dec 10, 2006 3:19:06 GMT -5
ALONE BUT NOT LONELY
Alone in the dreamy morning,
I woke up to the sounds of singing birds,
Praising the Lord in the green thickets their home,
With doves cooing to invite the rest to join in the music;
To a sky spreading its arms to embrace the day with love,
And the sun warmly heralding joy with her broad smile,
The wind softly touching the morning with freshness.
This way I knew I was not alone.
Alone in the woods,
Sheltered by the cool canopy of their green plumage (feathers),
They clapped with joy to the rhythm of the nudging wind,
Occasionally letting in flashes of the bright of day.
Though I looked a dwarf amidst them,
Yet they poured out rich fragrance in the air from their blooms,
Touching me tenderly was their foliage as though to allay my fears.
At this, I knew I was not alone.
Alone in the waters,
Slowly adrift in my sailing yacht,
Dancing gently to the breaking waves,
Like the voices of multitudes from a distance, they sang a chorus,
And the small fishes leapt in excitement.
As the breeze gently massaged my skin like a mother would her child,
I was slowly lulled to comfort as I watched the animate ripples.
Even that, I knew I was not alone.
Alone on the hill,
She carried me on her shoulders,
That I may view beyond my reach in the far horizon,
And I saw the sun happily retiring to rest,
As she peacefully slipped behind the orange tapestry.
She peeped back at me, smiled and lit my face,
Gradually she spread the curtain back, then a dark blue gate hid her.
I wanted to scream "NO", but her rays reminded me
she would come again.
This way I knew I was not alone.
For even when I am alone, they are everpresent friends,
Never making me lonely, though alone I am.
JUSTINE
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Alone in the dreamy morning,
I woke up to the sounds of singing birds,
Praising the Lord in the green thickets their home,
With doves cooing to invite the rest to join in the music;
To a sky spreading its arms to embrace the day with love,
And the sun warmly heralding joy with her broad smile,
The wind softly touching the morning with freshness.
This way I knew I was not alone.
Alone in the woods,
Sheltered by the cool canopy of their green plumage (feathers),
They clapped with joy to the rhythm of the nudging wind,
Occasionally letting in flashes of the bright of day.
Though I looked a dwarf amidst them,
Yet they poured out rich fragrance in the air from their blooms,
Touching me tenderly was their foliage as though to allay my fears.
At this, I knew I was not alone.
Alone in the waters,
Slowly adrift in my sailing yacht,
Dancing gently to the breaking waves,
Like the voices of multitudes from a distance, they sang a chorus,
And the small fishes leapt in excitement.
As the breeze gently massaged my skin like a mother would her child,
I was slowly lulled to comfort as I watched the animate ripples.
Even that, I knew I was not alone.
Alone on the hill,
She carried me on her shoulders,
That I may view beyond my reach in the far horizon,
And I saw the sun happily retiring to rest,
As she peacefully slipped behind the orange tapestry.
She peeped back at me, smiled and lit my face,
Gradually she spread the curtain back, then a dark blue gate hid her.
I wanted to scream "NO", but her rays reminded me
she would come again.
This way I knew I was not alone.
For even when I am alone, they are everpresent friends,
Never making me lonely, though alone I am.
JUSTINE
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
