You are currently browsing the category archive for the ‘Spiritual’ category.
Early morning, 3am
I am still awake
Feeling my heart ache
Struggling to collect
The past that was wrecked
Reminiscing, I swam
-
Exhausted, I’m
Knowing life is opaque
And how often people are fake
Innocent mind they infect
Purity, they foolishly reject
Not finding an answer; I climb
-
Staring at stars; love’ em
I see the floating clouds that make
Onlookers feel fully awake
Crisp, dark night fully reflect
Majesty of God in full effect
Magnificent nature; a true gem
-
Deeply satisfied, I’m
His presence melting my ache
His shelter, I must take
Slowly, I will learn to collect
Because moi, I truly respect
Losing my fear, I finally rest; 4 am
By: Cercatore a.k.a. Arzoo
Solve the Puzzle by Hope a.k.a. Arzoo
Copyright © 2010 by Arzoo Zaheer
Little young Delilah
Lost in the woods
Where vultures preyed
On the innocent souls
-
Feeling alone, lost and scared
She fumbled humbly for food
A lunchbox dear Mom made
Some rice, veggies and fruit
-
How long will it last?
I will starve to death
And my body would rot
In this darkness to hell
-
Cruelly the cold came right into her
Blanching her sense of security
And hunger chewed with surety
Her tiny tummy without deter
-
Oh what shall I do, oh what I shall do?
She wondered with clear purity
Her dear heart lightened as the wind blew
Her mom’s whisper, “have faith when blue”
-
Contently she slept
Once again, peacefully
Wrapped with leaves
Under the snow-laden tree
-
So Delilah didn’t hear then
The pitter patter of tiny feet
As tiny creatures of the forest
Emerged miraculously
-
“Oye Hoi, Oye Hoi
What’s that my league!”
Inquired the brave Elf-Captain
“Sire, ‘tis just another human child”
-
“Her feet so cold, her lips so blue
Why wrap her quickly, be gentle, I say
Oyee! What’s that? An empty lunchbox?
Make sure to fill it up with food”
-
My dear! How she survived alone
Wonder what miracle she holds within?
Inquisively, he peeked at her soul
And encountered the Light of Faith
-
Amazed at the strength he felt within
He just had to borrow, just a bit
Trembling, he held this sparkling glow
As he transported the girl to her abode
-
“Oh, how in the world I got back here?
Was this a dream or simply a miracle?”
Glancing at the silky maroon kente
A surprised Delilah smiled knowingly
-
An excited Elf-Captain hurried to his villa
Where Cuvette de (1) Sila (2)was primly set
This magical bowl now fully unlit
Would change his famine-struck town when lit
-
So, beamingly he placed the light of faith
In the centre of Cuvette de Sila
And voila! The bowl glowed mightily
Oh dawg! what a mighty glow
-
Faith, that’s faith my dear you know
A beam of light in the darkness some sow
A strong potion, verily a mighty sword
Simple Sweet Understanding with a sturdy FLOW
1-Cuvette de is French for “Bowl of”
2-Translitteration of Russian word силы meaning “Power”
By: Cercatore a.k.a.Arzoo
Power of Dreams--Of East and West by Hope a.k.a. Arzoo
Copyright © 2010 by Arzoo Zaheer
Recent Comments