Because I can not do away with the words, Some sad, a few glad but mostly gracious Trying to be, yet when the wounds are fresh, Try however I hard, the letters bleed and grimace- And waiting them to heal, resolve to begin afresh.
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Your Silence by Somnath Mitra
Your Silence
God, I keep on listening hard,
To your silence intently..........
As yet unseen, unfelt truths
Take shape in my expectant heart.
Glimpses half-reaching me indeterminately,
But I lose it in an instant,
And I give up in despair.
Your Love your Peace,
The eternal resting place
That you are,
I do not know who tells me
Climb till you find His grace.
The daily business of of inflicting wounds
Upon myself as well as others,
Has drowned me in perpetual darkness.
But I vividly remember
How once after I suffered for long,
In an ethereal light I saw myself bathed.
Clear and loud all around
Ringing prayer bells' sound,
Made all my miseries disappear.
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