When you feel lost and perplexed
Under the canopy of darkness,
Focus and be calm.
Seek that He will cast light upon you,
And follow that shaft of light which will
Lead you to a brighter future.
Open your heart to the Lord,
And listen to His guiding voice.
Remember that He is the light
Of the entire universe!
At night when the moon beams,
You awaken from field of dreams.
I see weariness in your eyes,
Oh, moon lover,
You are my heart’s desire.
I reach out for your soul
To soothe your heart and all,
For heaven’s sake, I weep
When veils of gray clouds descend!
The benches beckon,
Cushioned with stars from heaven.
Colorful foliage!
As I lay asleep on the couch,
I hear these sounds go tap, tap, tap.
I opened my eyes and gazed outside,
And saw the canopies flap, flap, flap.
I thought it was just a dream,
So I closed my eyes to dream a real dream.
The wind is strong, it sings a song,
Blowing and hissing outside my home.
I asked myself, “Is this a real dream?”
For I shall wake up, and stop dreaming.
As I woke up and peered through the window,
The Cypress trees were swaying to-and-fro!
Outside the door as I stood watching,
The wind continued to sing,
Loud and strong, I started dancing.
This is real, it is not a dream!
It feels so cold and it is chilling,
Yet it feels good, dancing with the wind.
I smell the fragrance of the Cypress trees,
Wafted by the winter breeze.
How sweet of you, Cypress trees,
But I must go in, I might sneeze and freeze!
I looked around
And there was darkness before my eyes.
I looked up the skies,
And I saw clouds, yellow as candle light.
I gazed up one more time,
And I saw white clouds
Like angels flying by.
You leave me naked
In the coldness of the winter.
Lifeless as it may seem,
Hope springs
When lovely birds come warbling
As they flit from one
Lifeless twig to another.
They give comfort
In their own little ways.
I stood by the grove taking in the air
And the smell of the oceans wafted by the sea breeze.
I listened to the sounds of the rolling waves
As it repeatedly crashed against the rock.
I watched the waves hit the surface of the flat rock,
Like foams dispersing to fall back to the oceans.
Ocean waves hit and tease the rocks!
Like a flower nourished with love
from heavens above,
Gently, she is touched by the soft sunlight.
Throughout the years when the rain pours,
She stood firm even in the midst of storm.
Like a flower, she may be wild,
From nowhere she carefully stands out.
She is quiet, she is serene,
Often times, she is not seen.
Among the bushes and the thickets,
She simply delights being unnoticed.
She fears to get picked, and fall
In the arms of an unkind soul.
JOY OF MUSING 