Guest guest Posted October 10, 2001 Report Share Posted October 10, 2001 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 11, 2001 Report Share Posted October 11, 2001 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 11, 2001 Report Share Posted October 11, 2001 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.. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 12, 2001 Report Share Posted October 12, 2001 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. .... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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