The Song of A Departing Pilgrim. (Two poems) by Manatita
The Song of A Departing Pilgrim
Someday I will be You again,
Experiencing the pleasures and the pain,
The youthful gain. While kicking football in the rain
On God's terrain.
Someday another dainty one,
As merrily and gay, my sunshine's ray,
I'll find, I pray.
Perhaps I'll skip in grandpa's yard,
Throw pebbles in the sea.
Play with yon yellow daffodils,
drink grandma's herbal tea.
But now I leave.
A outstretched unseen hand, in distant lands,
Doth beckon me and do command,
That I depart. I've done my lot.
Till I'm recalled, a further plot
To unfold: my sacred silent slot.
Adieu! my fleshy comrade of the soul.
You've served me well.
And one day soon I'll take
Another cage, an instrument to be,
And gladly manifest through thee.
But now I leave. While taking repose in the Lord,
Abide my time to hear the call of God.
-Manatita, 17th February, 2004.
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"Father, I am Your slave."
"My child, I am the dust of Your feet."
"Father, I am Your eternal football."
"My child, I am the grass that gets blown away by the wind."
"Father! You think too little of Yourself."
"My child, who else will do so for you?"
"Father, You bleed for my salvation."
"My child, you are My all.
Should heaven say different,
It will be My time to leave."
"Father, you are an unparalleled sacrifice:
A Dreamer of Love and endless possibilities ..."
My Father smiled, embraced me and wept.
23rd February, 2004.
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