I wonder if I know him
In whose speech is my voice,
In whose movement is my being,
Whose skill is in my lines,
Whose melody is in my songs
In joy and sorrow.
I thought he was chained within me,
Contained by tears and laughter,
Work and play.
I thought he was my very self
Coming to an end with my death.
Why then in a flood of joy do I feel him
In the sight and touch of my beloved?
This 'I' beyond self I found
On the shores of the shining sea.
Therefore I know
This'I' is not imprisoned within my bounds.
Losing myself, I find him
Beyond the borders of time and space.
Through the Ages
I come to know his Shining Self
In the Iife of the seeker,
In the voice of the poet.
From the dark clouds pour the rains.
I sit and think:
Bearing so many forms, so many names,
I come down, crossing the threshold
Of countless births and deaths.
The Supreme undivided, complete in himself,
Embracing past and present,
Dwells in Man.
Within Him I shall find myself -
The 'I' that reaches everywhere.

- Rabindranath Tagore

The Angel that presided o'er my birth
Said, "Little creature, form'd of Joy and Mirth,
"Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth."

Souls do not disintegrate and die:
Years pass and yet they do not fade away.
Memories are like a distant star
Pouring forth its light across the void.
All our tears and laughter do not lie:
Though we pass like dreams, our spirits stay,
Held fast by love, which is just what we are,
Yet in a form that cannot be destroyed.

Advice was nice
And so was prayer,
But in your long love
God was there.

Pastors are supposed to be the shepherds
A willing flock has bid to guide their souls.
So must you be yourself a lamb of courage,
The one most lost amid the moral wreckage
Of Adam's sin, whose grief must be the fold's.
Remember we are all but broken potsherds,
Sustained alone by faith in some great whole.

He stands
He stands upon the mountains
Truly Mountain of Holiness and Higher Consciousness
Proclaiming “I AM the Lord”

He stands washing His feet with my Tears
His Skin Glows with the Fragrance of my Worship
And He stands upon the pedestals of my Devotion

O Mighty One
I meditate on you
Pls take Your rest upon my Heart

Upon Your Mountain I stand
With the stumblings and rumblings of thunders
Eruptions of Sound
My body trembles,
But my Spirit is ever alert and aware of Your Beauty
O Mighty One of Infinite Light
Grant Me Devotion to Your Holy Feet

Wedding Poems