His Advent
After
all the small harmless
pleasures
Of Coke and
Chess and T.V.mega serial,
I, both tired of
body and Soul’s anguish,
Took my
quill and writing
pad.
With full unspoiled care and
affection,
Thou in
saffron robe, warmth of concern.
To listen to my
angst, to alleviate, came.
Proven
the Voices prophetic
above.
He sent The
ardent Ambassador.
Glowing
with wisdom, prediction
Of
assured protection, Thou give
Scriptural
injuction.Miracle it was, it is.
All the Good,
Needy get solaced now.
Residing in
my heart, ever vigilant,
“furnish and
deck my soul”.Thou mayest
Give a better
abode of celestial stay there.
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