Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Desolation


Dry leaves crunch underneath my feet
As I approach the bend of a much trodden path
Of life still new gesticulates at me afresh
The poverty of my soul dithers my steps
The blindness of my vision directs me
to the wrong turn
I wake up from a nightmare that has lasted too long
By a soft touch, a tender call, a nameless vow
You attract me to your engulfing embrace
I bow down in acknowledgement of your endless glory
 
 
 
 

20 comments:

  1. Beautiful words.....the phrase you used "the poverty of my soul" was just amazing!

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  2. The title is so different from the last two lines.

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  3. How fortunate to experience a divine touch just when we feel muddled!

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    1. Well we all have our moments, don't we?

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  4. Loved the flow of thoughts well versed

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  5. blindness of my vision directs me to the wrong turn...
    I guess at some point we all lose our sight and then fight to get it back !!

    Lovely :)

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    1. Well, I think the blindness is perennial at least in my case

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  6. Dry leaves do tell stories when they crunch ... beautiful piece !!!

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