Saturday, January 21, 2006

In the Hands of God

Comes a night of pain in every lifetime
Awaken from the sleep this dream has wrought
Stretch your reach and shake the hand of God
Its rhythm gives the words of each new song
We are the golden instruments of being
Reason sleeps and wakes in measured beat
Sing its verse and angels join the chorus
Comes a day of joy in its repeat
Forever in the hands of God.

                                -a 11/03

7 comments:

  1. good evening :)
    here with the ffmb, a day late, it seems
    you've got some nice poetry
    i like it

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  2. "instruments of being"
    I came back to see it again, and just love that bit --
    jal

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  3. thanks for visiting me today --- I have added you to my links
    jal

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  4. Beautiful Ardi..all your poems are..:-)

    Blessings,
    Rhi

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  5. Enjoyed your poetry. I'll be back.

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