Poems of Hope

[Guest guest]

Namaste,

 

Gerald Massey [1828-1907]

 

Surrounded by unnumbered foes,

Against my soul the battle goes;

Yet though I weary, sore distressed,

I know that I shall reach my rest:

I lift my tearful eyes above—

His banner over me is love.

 

Its sword my spirit will not yield,

Though flesh may faint upon the field;

He waves before my fading sight

The branch of palm, the crown of light:

I lift my brightening eyes above—

His banner over me is love.

 

My cloud of battle-dust may dim,

His veil of splendor curtain Him;

And in the midnight of my fear

I may not feel Him standing near:

But, as I lift mine eyes above,

His banner over me is love.

________

 

There is no pathway Man hath ever trod,

By faith or seeking sight, but ends in God,

Yet 'tis in vain ye look Without to find

The inner secrets of the Eternal mind,

Or meet the King on His external throne.

 

But when ye kneel at heart, and feel so lone,

Perchance behind the veil you get the grip

And spirit-sign of secret fellowship;

Silently as the gathering of a tear

The human want will bring the Helper near:

The very weakness that is utterest need

Of God, will draw Him down with strength indeed.

 

 

Regards,

 

Sunder

[Guest guest]

advaitin, sunderh wrote:

> Namaste,

>

> Gerald Massey [1828-1907]

>

> > But when ye kneel at heart, and feel so lone,

> Perchance behind the veil you get the grip

> And spirit-sign of secret fellowship;

> Silently as the gathering of a tear

> The human want will bring the Helper near:

> The very weakness that is utterest need

> Of God, will draw Him down with strength indeed.

>

>

> Regards,

>

> Sunder

 

namastae !

 

As I was reading the above

some thing struck a chord

deep with in, so hard

 

I know not the existing logic

but,out flowed the music

the only way I know..

 

unable to stop the flow

and having had my glow

even though I am slow

I am letting you know

since you were instrumental

in causing that flow

 

Heart felt THANKS

for bringing in an

inspiring poem

 

with deep regards,

suprabha

 

 

 

 

To Thee I give myself....

-------------------------

 

 

To thee I give myself --with love

To you I give my self ..whole

--- Heart ,body and soul

Nothing else left here

Which I can call my own

 

Ego has been reduced to dust

Emotions have been out thrust

At your feet I rest

in your heart I nest

and in you

I have complete trust..

 

what is left for me to do ?

I glow with your light

I see with your sight

I fight with your might

and I do what is right

 

Truth and love I seek

With your tongue I speak

never straying from my path

no one falling for my wrath

 

Every where I fly

Every heart I pry

No one needs to cry

or even heave a sigh

 

In my arms I hold

treasures of love untold

Meek and bold, young and old

all can come , on carpet rolled

 

Free for asking

No chance of risking

 

Black and brown , dark and light

difference none shown in slight

Every one can board the flight

 

soon I will take

for a tour of the world

with a map in front unfurled

 

with a drink of peace

and a snack of love

and music divine

 

in the ever expanding universe

with a spinning globe below

speeding plane above

what a view it will be !

 

with the planets revolving

borders dissolving

differences disappearing

oneness appearing

soul evolving....

goal being one ..

 

You and I

breathing as one

speaking as one

and acting as one

we do our part...

of problem solving.....

 

 

Suprabha

10-10-2001

10:55 pm

[Guest guest]

Namaste,

 

The Greeks said: 'Only Poets are Divine!' and thank you for

sharing your divinely inspired poem. It reminded me of William Blake:

 

The Divine Image

William Blake

 

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,

All pray in their distress:

And to these virtues of delight

Return their thankfulness.

 

For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,

Is God, our father dear:

And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,

Is Man, his child and care.

 

For Mercy has a human heart,

Pity, a human face:

And Love, the human form divine,

And Peace, the human dress.

 

Then every man of every clime,

That prays in his distress,

Prays to the human form divine,

Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

 

And all must love the human form,

In heathen, Turk, or Jew.

Where Mercy, Love, & Pity dwell,

There God is dwelling too.

 

Regards,

 

Sunder

 

 

advaitin, saarada wrote:

> namastae !

>

> As I was reading the above

> some thing struck a chord

> deep with in, so hard

>

> I know not the existing logic

> but,out flowed the music

> the only way I know..

>

[Guest guest]

I bow to you;

Oh what a seer was William Blake! He also wrote, under the heading

of "The Divine Image":

 

"...And if God dieth not for Man, and giveth not Himself

Eternally for Man, Man could not exist; for Man is Love,

And God is Love: every kindness to another is a little Death

In the Divine Image; nor can Man exist but by Brotherhood."

 

Thank you Sunderji for sharing with us that glorious poem, which I

confess I had not read before.

 

Love and grace,

~ Janak.

 

 

advaitin, sunderh wrote:

> Namaste,

>

> The Greeks said: 'Only Poets are Divine!' and thank you for

> sharing your divinely inspired poem. It reminded me of William

Blake:

>

> The Divine Image

> William Blake

>

> To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,

> All pray in their distress:

> And to these virtues of delight

> Return their thankfulness.

>

> For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,

> Is God, our father dear:

> And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,

> Is Man, his child and care.

....