Thank you for preparing me for baptism.
How better do we learn than from the heart?
A soul can best find joy by sharing grace,
Not being whole except by being part,
Knowing well the ways across that chasm!
Your love shines through your acts as through a prism,
Of all God's gifts, the easiest to trace,
Uniting your sweet labor with His art.

First communion is a mystery
Initiated by an act of faith,
Revealing what both is and cannot be:
Salvation in a small, round piece of cake!
The first time that you eat and drink of Christ,
Communion with Him in your heart begins.
Offer Him your truth with fearless trust;
Make for Him a seat among your sins.
Many think believing must be seeing,
Unwilling to accept that they are loved,
Not for being good, but just for being,
In doubt that God Himself would be so moved.
Only faith can tell you this is true,
Nor could you know but for Christ's love in you.

Bless you, my sweet miracle,
Archangel of my heart!
Pure joy of life, too beautiful
To be a work of art!
In baptism
Such love of Him
May Christ to you impart

Before one reads the Torah, one must be
Alight with love of God, as though a flame
Took refuge in the temple of a heart
Made pure by discipline and holy deeds.
If one read only thus, then one would see
The meaning of the meaning, as the art
Zealously sustains those souls who read
Vested in the glory of The Name.
All of life and death is here in this:
How much one grasps depends on who one is.

Christmas was in the air and all was well
With him, but for a few confusing flaws
In divers of God's images. Because
A friend of his would neither buy nor sell,
Was he to answer for the axe that fell?
He pondered; and the reason for it was,
Partly, a slowly freezing Santa Claus
Upon the corner, with his beard and bell.

Acknowledging an improvident surprise,
He magnified a fancy that he wished
The friend whom he had wrecked were here again.
Not sure of that, he found a compromise;
And from the fulness of his heart he fished
A dime for Jesus who had died for men.

Why is it so beautiful to say nothing than it is to stay Silent?

Because the desire to speak is the meaning of confusion

Silence is Golden

Om is a Silent word

Only the Silent Ones hear it

The Name of God is Silent

Only few Hearts can hear it

If we all become Silent then we would enjoy Melody and Rhythm within

But since Silence is missing

Their is no Harmony

I pay Homage to the Holy Guru who is the Guide!

Remember Silence is Golden

Like the Buddha

I pay Homage to the Holy Guru who is the Guide!

The mind is still weak;

It sometimes mechanically clutches at earthly help,

But I AM not afraid,

Fear is the greatest sin.

You are the Buddha

I AM the Buddha

Amen, Om, Ameen

I pay Homage to the Holy Guru who is the Guide!

My love to you

Wedding Poems