O Breath of The Eternal, I'm Coming Home. Sonnets x 3. In Loving Memory of The Mother Of Dora Isaac Weithers (Ms Dora)
O Breath of The Eternal, I’m Coming Home. A Sonnet
O My Beloved, Source of my Heart,
Breath of the Eternal, I’m coming,
I’m coming Home once more.
Alleluia! I hear the minstrels sing,
As Cherubim’s and Seraphim’s chant Thy name.
I see a tunnel of effulgent Light welcoming me,
A crown of diamond roses; a garland of celestial flames,
Adorns this deathless Spirit, with Thy unfathomable Love.
O Death! Where is thy fear? Who speaks of parting?
Your sweet Bliss falls upon my Soul, like golden snowflakes.
Come! O Lord of millennia! I knew not Your reason
For this veil, for hiding Thy Beauty non-pareil.
But now in this valley of Infinity’s Peace,
Yes! Yes! Sweet Heaven, I’m enchanted and alive again!
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. Copyrighted 17th July, 2016.
~ Awakening The Inner Light ~
When I Say My Final Farewell
When I say my final farewell to this sleep of Life,
I will go to the enfolding arms of a Luminary,
Lovingly embracing me, with an incomparable Light.
When I leave the serene comfort of my sitting room,
I shall pull the curtains of my bedroom,
To enter the realm of dance and music.
The veil that separates the Beyond is but a tiny thread,
Delicate in its nurturing, and only a sacred moment away,
From this ephemeral shadow.
Rejoice! The Wings of Love on which I’ll ride,
Will one day eliminate our sorrows,
And augment our joys.
Come! Let us pull the moon down, steady our ship,
So its rays of luminance shine brightly in the Soul.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted, 22nd December, 2015.
~ Awakening The Inner Light ~
Ode To The Mother Supreme
Those that are diligent, authentic, elegant; immaculate …
Tend to rest in their own grandeur,
Unaware of the Hearts they stir.
Like the life-giving rays of the sun,
They offer themselves in Sacrifice,
Totally void of all expectations.
Look at the twinkling and shooting stars,
A profundity of beauty, touching our very Souls,
On a moonlit night. Can you imagine them elsewhere?
The replenishing and sustaining colours of the rainbow,
Serve only as healing balms, when reflecting from another sphere.
My Love; My Light; My Sacrifice, O Mother Supreme,
So too You entered the magnificence of my life,
Burning an effulgent fire; in the very Essence of my Being. – Manatita.
The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted, 16th January, 2016.
_Awakening The Inner Light ~
“Death is not the end. …
Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The soul is the guide.
When the traveller is tired and exhausted, the guide instructs the traveller to take either a short or a long rest, and then again the traveller's journey begins….
Your soul has a special mission. Your soul is supremely conscious of it.
Maya, illusion or forgetfulness, makes you feel that you are finite, weak and helpless. This is not true. You are not the body. You are not the senses. You are not the mind. These are all limited. You are the soul, which is unlimited. Your soul is infinitely powerful. Your soul defies all time and space…
Your special mission — which is the fulfilment of your divinity — is not outside you, but within you. Search within. Meditate within. You will discover your mission.” – Sri Chinmoy
A poem on parting by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Gifts my Mother Gave Me. By Ms Dora
My mother was not talkative during my childhood. She never told me, but I knew she loved me because of the precious gifts she gave me, and I thank her.
- (1) The gift of life;
- (2) Adequate care and comfort in less than ideal circumstances;
- (3) Good food;
- (4) Appropriate girlish attire;
- (5) Makeshift toys;
- (6) The habit of worship—singing, praying, Bible reading;
- (7) Health checkups;
- (8) School all the way to completion;
- (9) Bus fare always;
- (10) Books to read;
- (11) Necessities she bought for me when she could not afford to buy for both of us;
- (12) Daily chores which fed my sense of responsibility;
- (13) Safe surroundings;
- (14) Investments of time and money toward making my life better and easier than hers;
- (15) Protection (never leaving our island till I was old enough to leave home);
- (16) Altogether, a happy childhood free from abuse and adult concerns.
Values my Mother Taught Me by Ms Dora
Funny how grateful we become for the values we've been taught when it's our turn to teach them to our children! We stop taking them for granted.
- (17) Hard work and independence for which my mother was my first model;
- (18) Respect for her, for myself, for everyone else and for God;
- (19) Appreciation for family, especially on my father’s side;
- (20) Good manners (courtesy);
- (21) Personal hygiene;
- (22) House cleanliness despite its size, and the quality of furniture and furnishings;
- (23) Responsibility to share, especially with family members who had more needs than we had;
- (24) Punctuality, which sometimes require setting out clothes and other necessities the night before the event;
- (25) Gratitude—writing thank you letters for gifts;
- (26) Excellence in knowing and reciting my poems;
- (27) Resource management (like washing my white school socks on Friday night to make them ready for church the next day);
- (28) Commitment to show up, barring illness, when and where duty calls;
- (29) Wisdom, allowing her mother’s input in raising me;
- (30) Kindness; (Once a week, every summer of high school vacation, she had me visit a certain neighbor to find out what I could do to help her and the children.)
- (31) Loyalty, reminding me not to buy from the city stores what I could buy from the neighborhood store;
- (32) Contentment, being happy with who I am and what I have.
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© 2016 manatita44
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