My Precious Lord…
I fail to understand how You and I are one, at all : look at You, look at me, our differences span history, and yet here now, here like this after all this time I am still so startled by Your perfect Love…
What Child is this ? Sung by
Andrea Angel Bocelli, born 22 September 1958) is an Italian tenor, and singer-songwriter.Born with poor eyesight, he became blind at the age of twelve following a football accident.
Performed at the Olympics
Skies like pages, turn
to the Light
( Sky at Kuppam House)
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When we lose Root
and find Wing,
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How do You do that.
Of all the things I cannot understand,
this one defeats me, that You
fly me in,
on a broken wing,
Not just once, but
every time ; there’s always
You – within
Broken breaking Things.
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The Tea shop man has eyes like stars. Its with the Tea leaves ? What. What does he have that Cafe Coffee does not have, or Taj Biriyani, or Krispy Kreme …
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his steel and glass ware shine in rows on well polished wood counter with a smile I haven’t seen in such a while at a shop of his kind. It is in the street corner from where I live, under a massive banian tree, some wooden benches, and cars, bikes – college kids from that Law College opposite. My head tells me Tea shop wallah is just that happy on his sales of cigarettes or heaven knows what else. A girl slouches past me, headphones and eyes on her seat, by the shop, crowded, spilling.
The man’s smile is for all, even for me – he is near 60 – 70 ? Wrinkles in every bit of his head, and every one of them smiling. At some secret knowledge ? Of his own self ? His own worth?
Dear Lord, whatever is that smile in such a little old face, no wealth, just his tea leaf shop, some biscuits in a jar, a stove and kettle, aroma of a life he lives ….
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Go on, get out, play,
get the feet off ground, hold tight
let go, kiss the sky, feel the wind rise
play like a child, then start your day.
Some call it Prayers, He said
with such a twinkle in His eye. And I may have thought God
did not know me anymore,
but I don’t think so
not any more.
He knows I need to
pray like a child
( our little girl who teaches us to ride against odds)
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I see You
With eyes of Faith,
thru’ streams of tears in desert we have walked together
miles and miles of land and sea, only You could have led me
only You. Who else could have held on, watched this long , re-created
made all things new
only You my God, only You.
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What do I use for creases deep within –
mid lid trauma of the mind’s eye
I shop for Glitter and lay it on thick,
layer on layer, where the spirit and soul mesh
where the heart lingers
where the soul of me, loses her ashen face, for Hidden Treasure:
cosmetics that never
shoes that cannot wear out
and garments of deep beauty, body,soul, spirit, mind –
oh my soul,
what a find
what a find.