I
While dawning sun
Illuminating the surrounding silently
I sat at the feet of the Lord
Lips of my eyes smoothly locked
Breathing the fresh-air in and out
Calming the mind, silencing the thoughts
In the struggle of silence
I saw myself in the herd of sheep
Waking to the melody of sister-birds
Synchronized as a perfect symphony…….
A gentle voice tore silenced-air
‘friends, are you ready?’
we enquired with certain curiosity
“where are we going lord?’
the angelic voice aired again
‘it’s time to go to the pasture’
in-one-voice we chorused
‘Lord’s our shepherd, what else we want’
one-by-one we followed Him
our hearts chanting the same song……..
III
smiling sun-rays stared at the path
wild flowers waved hands
silent trees fluttering hands
from their wake-up slumber
we sighed our eyes acknowledging
our shepherd led us from front
his staff cleansing the way
his steps paving the path
we moved on with the journey
our lips carrying the same song………
the path was narrow, difficult
not taken by many, less traveled
our eyes fell on green pastures side-by
maintained roads leading to…..
picturesque beauty of the field
enchanted our hearts
I could no longer resist but
moving towards it
tasty leaves tempted many
our hearts forgot the tune meanwhile.....
V
We jumped with joy
eating everywhere in further frontiers
We climbed high to get more
The slippery place saw us in thorny pit
The pierced body oozed blood
Our pain knew no boundary
A distant melody resonated in our hearts
The moaning lips got tuned to the melody
The repenting hearts surfaced on the lips
‘Lord’s our shepherd, what else we want’
the shepherd left the rest behind
on the search for us
we struggled to come out of pit
he reached to the pit to lift us up
he looked at us
we looked at Him
he carried us on his shoulders in turn
led us to the herd
the herd chanted in-one-voice
‘Lord’s our shepherd, what else we want’
He led to the pasture
Leaves tastier than honey here
What was not there?
except pain and suffering?
had no words to express
We joined the chorus of angles
Along with all saints
‘holy…holy…….’
I sat at the feet of God
praising God...thanking God
j.john britto xavier
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