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when your meadows
seem to be my skies
when your trees high
to my eyes too short
when your time stops
mine seems to move
when your love blooms
i search hard for mine
when your plain words
exist not on my mind
as our paths cross
each on its own way
where it begins to rage
in tumultuous waves
deep in nature’s wonder
I lose myself in surrender
into His way so emerging
where lies a new meaning
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Reblogged this on PoemsArtMusic and commented:
A wonderful thought!
Thank you Santosh!!
Each season of life brings its own terms of surrender. In one’s old age when one has surrendered his youth, his education, his career, his family, his home, his health, there remains the surrender of the tiny pearl within the oyster that is himself . . . It is the hardest of things to release into the hand of God – since so long as he feels he has a breath to call his own it is his instinct to hold on to it . . . Thanks for the stimulating thoughts . . . You are a prophet . . .
Just that from a stuck wedged corner, the gush of river set me rolling into the life’s course as sudden as it happens,,,that is too high a word to use… 🙂
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