Some days are just darker then others.


Angel Of Faith.

I felt my heart would tear apart
Within my totured breast
That cold cruel knife of cold despair
Was twisting in my chest

The day is cold, the sky is grey
There's dampness in the air
The pear tree sheds its leaves of gold
Like teardrops everywhere

The sparrows huddle in the hedge
To seek shelter from the rain
The doves look at me knowingly
As if they see my pain

I sometimes hate this time of year
And the memories it brings
I need the Angel of my faith
To take shelter in her wings.




Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-11-18 at 12:22

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Nagamuthu Osho
Respected Poet,

Yours poem gives more meanings with less and loss of abyss bliss..

It is infinite energy which makes the life moving, loving, caring...

So, the truth is if life is for peace, then... penance....will follow us..

The desire in our heart makes us ... to lament..
'
If desire... exit , then delight enters..

If Lord is in our heart... then... odd woe,,, will wilt...'
God Bless you...

Thanking you for reading your poem..

Yours truly,
N.K.OSHO

wEBSITE:

www.nkosho.com
2006-11-26


BlueyedSoul
I know even if you can't see her, she is fluttering right close to you....can't you hear her wings?

Exquisite and moving Graham.

~Blue
2006-11-18