October 21, 2011
The Touch of Peace
The undisputed mighty ocean remains flat with occasional soars
The thin-trees filter rays and listen the symphony.
The kingfisher awaits the opportunity with intent, fisherman rows
A tiny- beat of blade in accord with the wave,
Standing tall, unperturbed in the scorching rage.
He glances ashore with a thin line of smile, finds us in each other’s arms.
The white and bright angel sings,
A score of eternity, in praise of God and in envy.
Those two- arch hands thread gently on my hair,
Caress my face leaving a trail of peace, leading to tremendous wholeness.
Her mantle was small unfathomable deep-ocean of peace,
My closed eyes would see and dance in gentle breeze.
Fragmented world…
Experience peace not only on the holy grounds alone
But in the true-gentle touch of thy beloved.
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