LKG of a relationship

L: Love the other

K: Know the other

G: Give yourself for the other.

the foundation of a relationship

Meeting God………

Legs marching fast
Lungs stretching soon
Panting and puffing
I walked to meet God at worship
O! My God!
I was late by ten minutes.

As streetlights stared at
Persons walking by
A dim voice aired
‘Excuse me’
voice unchanging my pace
steps stretched longer, sooner

While sitting in the Church
An inner voice surfaced
‘Why have you come?’
‘To meet my God’, I responded.
‘You were late, I came to meet you
You didn’t mind me ’ inner voice said.

When, How come, Lord?
“Excuse me’, I said on the way
You’re swift enough to unanswer the plea”
Lord, were you that person?
In pant, shirt and bag on the shoulder.
Assumedly stopping for money?

‘How strange are you God?
I couldn’t meet you’ I complained.
Strange? Am I? -Or
You to one another? The voice quizzed.
My knees touched the ground
Tears kissed the cheek
Heart whispered, “Amen”

j. john britto xavier

A debate

Our covered body
Carry stitched clothes
We are frightened to walk the streets
Some wave currency for pleasure
Yes, we are destitute
Not prostitute
Can you correct your contact number?
Clad torn clothes
Lest-covered body
They walk the ramp
They pay them handsomely
Called to expose now and then
They are miss world
We miss the world……..
j.john britto xavier

Discovery…….

In the laughter of the marginalized
I discover ‘the face of God’…….
In the cry of heaven
I discover ‘the hard work of farmers’……
In the edge of prosperity (pain)
I discover ‘the value of perspiration’
In the last leap before fall
I’m aware of God’s helping hand…….
In God’s call
I discover ‘Who I am’……

j.john britto xavier

Slumdog millionaire….

O! Heaven
How can we thank you?
Our difficulty melt your heart
You shed tears for us
Along with loud noise
Your sweet-sorrow very tasty
They freshen our faces
Thanks from Slumdog millionaire……
Heed our plea too
Cry not violently, increasingly….
Your unceasing tears may halt our livelihood
Our huts would float in flood
You know us, Slumdog millionaire…….

j.john britto xavier

Politician and Beggar

A hot-debate
Politicians, beggars contest….
Politician proclaimed his magic claims.
A beggar lifted his voice
Interrogated the audience
‘in what way we are mean
We beg you have our stomach filled?
In what way they are great
They beg your vote have their accounts filled?
We beg you on daily basis
Depended on your charity
They beg you once in 5 years
Make you beggars then-after’
Who mean? Who great?

‘I’ specialist

A desperate-soul
Departed for a day-out
Found a person under a tree
Sat near him in silence,
Reading the sad-lines on my face,
the person asked, ‘how are you?’,
these often heard words today in true sense.
I responded, ‘I do so much of work, earn a lot,
have everything I desire to, but happiness eludes me’
S/he smiled graciously, ‘You are an ‘I’ specialist,
You do things, have things,….spot-light on ‘I, Me, My self’
‘Allow God to act in you.’ ‘Look at the lilies of the
field, birds of the air, sun, moon, stars,….all praise God in all that they do’
‘awake soul, praise God for what you are
Shed the selfishness, give yourself’
I listened........

j.john britto xavier