Flowers of Tabernacle

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I was sitting, looking at you Jesus
While Carmilites adorn the altar
A sudden insight flexed into versus
Smelt into broken strings of a guitar
Rim of my heart throbs with my lips
“O! flowers of tabernacle, into my heart you slips
How blessed you are clasping Lord
Hold me into your chord
So I can touch his robe
To heal broken strings of my heart”

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Advent Craving!

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Longing for you Lord,
Day and Night in this desert.

Me, hidden in
Palm copse silhouettes,
To hearken,
Alluring strumming Seraphs,
Tuning to their Christo praises
Longing for you Lord.

Frightened nostalgic stars,
Peeping through, bullet holes
Of dark blue sky cried:
“Brainless battles,
Carbon pollution,
Green, blazes in wild,
Cleft continents
Crave for chow”.

Harden hearts
Wax seal ears,
Disbands Love,
Laughs and utters:
“Gloria in excelsis Deo”.

Oh! Seraphs whispers,
The story of sacred child.
Let abreast you Holy,
Cannot cuddle you little child.
Your grace goes beyond my flesh,
Oh! Me, leaping into your infinite soul.

Vanquished by you, Light
Let the dark ebb
And the Heaven land.

I am longing for you Lord,
From the silhouettes of palm copse,
With the weeping stars,
With the burning
Christmas trees
With the carbon breathe
I am longing for you Lord
Waiting for you
Sacred Child!

The Last Cry – Jesus, I never missed you

lastcryFar I saw the woman,
Fainted with hunger
Fuzzy her gazes,
Fades the aid.
Jesus, she is not you
Jolt me not.

The thirsty boy with drought lips.
Teenager, he asked nothing!
To give water, without a request?
Tease me not Jesus Christ.

Naked man had a Jeans,
Neat and clean
Not Needy.
Not to blame me.

Winter was freezing,
But my house was small
To take her in.
No, You’re not that homeless girl

Sick and dead?
I never saw them in my life,
But prayed for all of them.
Prison Meeting?
No, he stole my wallet.

Jesus, I never missed you.
You were in the church,
I saw you there.
You were in the bible,
I read you there.

You are telling me now
That you never knew me
That is injustice !
That is injustice!

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Inspired by Matthew 25:31-46,  7 corporal works of mercy and by the life of Dennis Cardiff [http://gottafindahome.wordpress.com/]

After The Rain

aftertherainAfter the rain,
Buildings are like,
Boxes settled in sands,
Clean and neat.
Roads in front,
Shiny black velvet,
Banded with ivory.

Everything looks new,
The city is clean.
The city is fresh.
Sacrament of Penance
Is like this rain.
It cleanse my soul,
To make it fresh.
Pour this rain,
More and more
To make my soul,
Shining Pearl.