Yearn to My Sweet Countryside

Yearn to My Sweet Countryside

Yearn to My Sweet Countryside

      In this occasion I want to share a poem about Yearn to My Sweet Countryside since I have moved from my countryside where I was born to other places because of my duty. Yes, I want to be as a boy who were used to be in happiness of laughing with my little friends. But it is impossible to do that so I am just longing on my countryside. (also read : Journey of True Heart Prayer)

Here is the poem:

Yearn to My Sweet Countryside

Have you ever been down to my countryside?

where there grow many tall and green of tree.

The days are long and the heaven are high,

There is no work there: it is always play:

the sun is sweet in the morn;

But a thousand dark things walk at night

in the land where I was born.

Have you ever been down to my countryside?

Where the birds made happy Song

The parrots screamed from the honey-trees

and the doves hopped chattering.

Strange were the ways of the water-birds

in the brown swamps, night and morn:

I knew the roads they had in the reeds

in the land where I was born.

Have you ever been down to my countryside?

it was full of smiling queens: read more

Small Sacrifice Meaningful Life

Small Sacrifice Meaningful Life

Small Sacrifice Meaningful Life

        One way of expressing our feeling is by writing a poem. For this I want to share a poem about Small Sacrifice Meaningful Life. There is nothing I can say, except appreciate your attendance for reading my articles. (also read : Confession of My Sins)

Small Sacrifice Meaningful Life

The Flower of a Mercy Raised Up,

Destined to receive that golden cup,

A droght of bittersweet I did sup,

To rouse the heedless and lift them up.

Dead before death,

In my heart nothing left,

Just the presence of His Breath

And to all men deaf.

Can’t they see, don’t they understand,

That this struggle is not for who rules the land,

What do I have to do with rocks, earth and sand,

When all of mine is in His Hand.

They weep, they plead,

“I cannot win, I can’t succeed,”

To them all I pay no heed

They can’t follow where I lead

To the land, soil reddened now and then,

To remind the souls of boys and men,

Of the sacred month day ten,

Shadowed by this lowly pen.

I stood upon my simple mat and spoke softly with my Friend, read more