mes chansons

Stanza III: to be satisfied only by You

since some time ago i began to notice things-in miniatures-magnified;

since some time ago i began to pause-to scrutinize-anticipated;

since some time ago i began to relate-with solicitude-wired;

since some time ago i began to experience-in awe-entranced;

since some time ago i began to fiddle-with psalms-raptured;

since some time ago i began to hold back-in throbs-debated;

since some time ago i began to buckle-for allowances-reformed;

since some time ago i began to listen in-to the fields-echoed;

since some time ago i began to be ready-at times-armed;

since some time ago i began to wait-under Your wings-shadowed;

since some time ago i began to cry out-in qualms-confessed;

since some time ago i began to walk-by You-accompanied;

since some time ago i began to grin-at the nature-humored;

since i am here i began to be-less of me-humbled.

 

 

Stanza II

i heave my breath and sigh

my hair billows in the great fight

rustle and tattle, swallow and wallow,

the time is getting tight.

i mumble and grumble,

in monologues and talks,

without swerves and serves,

unescorted is this journey i venture.

uncannily He weaves,

the fate of my voyage,

to bring me a twist,

a fortune, in this endeavour of pain.

You bring joy. You bring peace. You grant strength. You empowers. You elevate me.:)

Stanza I

I held tight to the thin clothes

living at every slowered pace

whipped away by the quickened air

every strain of my hair

is a sketch of the wind tail.

The lumps on the sky sink at their weigh

snorting away their indignant song

with their every minuscule heave

a forceful cringe on the smudge of blue

At the eye of it

a stillness is within me.

When the nature plays its rhapsody

joy is drumming inside me.

Amid splotch of raindrops and scurried footsteps

an arm shelters me.

At the most fearsome howling of wind,

a soft voice whispers.

So even I lost my way, my eyes close against the wind, my body shivers against the cold, I bow my head and turn away in utter defeat,

He will still be there.

At the eye of it all.

je t’aime, to you whose love is everlasting, whose love is unconditional, whose promises are true, my friend, my guru, my father, my saviour.