Dear God
An unfailing hope seeking the mercies of the Lord and the mysteries concerning the blessed savior
Dear GOD,
O! Divinity illumining thro’ this earthly life,
Sent forth in segments of supernal lights
As a guide to surveyors turning all over to the inside:
Of that muchness so beaming, so celestial and so very glorified
For in those paradisiacal lanes, where there aren’t any passers by
And given into such beliefs :
Perhaps, the author of my being,plucks time, and makes it disappear, into the night
And in myriads whereby, I remain totally mystified
For thee has already borne those heavenly joys,
As in blissful plenitude, weaving it, thro’ and thro’ around my life
Where beneath in boroughs;
Those unnoticed gems that there reside
For that is the land : Where the known world descends and the unknown alights
Coming forth as one within: that, open acquisition cogently arrives
Bearing it’s claims all over me; for miles and miles
Then, with each new morn leaping into mighty sprites;
And to those new beginnings in recurring sights
For as to the visible, e’er open and ever readily to give, all that heavenly advice
But ah! Tell me one thing , O Wisely Wise !
Where are thou journeying?
When uglies unheeded—are thrown onwards towards my side
In sweeps so backswept for death to deride
With miseries so ungainly in grey hearts that reside
And with tomorrow, still on the long run; endlessly hoping yet as transepts destroyed
To that, won’t the spirits question thee —why w’d yea test us in deeds: While usurping sorrows much so often; already to wreck us deep, sinking in ravages, all over the insides
O! My Lord, is this to make a deep scrutiny of whatever’s prophesied; or is it aimed to spot those innocents that there so revile
And from this hearth to those celestial skies
Where does thou spectral elm so Surreptitiously hide
Or,
Is it your delight to notice thy own,
hold unto thee, and still remains in those empty voids
Will these beings in hope, so live and so die ?!
But you say : everything remains and everything survives
And in the new hope of gaining a form; from this point to that formless life
Nothing shall ever be left behind; yes, nothing will ever survive
Perfectly still, as this vantage of my earnest gleanings,
lifts me up to see thro n thro those eagerly eyes,
You say, wait —“ there’s still more to learn;your time has not yet arrived.”
Oh, tell me, as I vanquish from these vanishing strifes
Fully relinquished: O Lord in Heavens, risen me unto those wakeful highs
When thou comes down to earth, and reflects thyself unto this one thing called : I
In me, let not thy own defeat, appear as some , innermost sigh!
And unto those long journeys before me , let me not give up nor die
Of this dancing spirit woven in thy elemental guise
This soul which so mingles and so deeply gets rarified
In unison, so tangled , so very petrified;
Where much of me —mixes in thee—so duly vivified
How must I , NOW —look for thee, so emptied,so in this all-ness, in this oceanic life
Yet upon mysteries , it all seems, so much more, cosmically alloyed,
Where there’s no more of me and no more of I,
All put together, in total cadence—if so be “it,”:
In oneness with you, I shall forever —wholly reside!
Arrived!
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© August 24th , 2021 Madhu Goteti
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About the Creator
Madhu Goteti
The thrums in the strums and the delights in the humdrum of life have always fascinated me.
It’s that feast of reason and flow of soul; in all that I see and all that I shall behold!
I am an avid lover of art and philosophy!
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