"Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love.” - Mother Teresa.
The dawn spells a quiet November morning,
A Child breathes life’s precious earning...
The light shines to enrich the crowning,
A Mother satisfies her aching yearning...
The damped clouds weep as the rain falls,
His hand waves to God’s blessed call...
Heaven’s Violin rhymes on furnished walls,
The milking Mother looks past her labour small...
A sky is where the birds flew,
A Father’s forehead is the Child’s blessed rue...
The rain still weeps outside as the wind blew,
A White Dove sings for peace to come true...
With Bismillah and Jesus to redeem,
A *Diya smiles to God...
The moon sings to the night’s eye beam,
Outside is Satan’s mausoleum eating peace’s rhyming chord...
The clouds cry as the sky dies,
His Mother smiles as his Father tries...
A tree outside with honey flies,
The fire outside cook’s greed the wicked rice...
His eyes wait for hers,
He waits for her in return...
The Father sings to a bed’s rehearse,
Hunger gives his stomach a burn...
He looks outside the window,
The Church Bells thus rings...
A Mosque is God’s beautiful pillow,
Blessed Hanukkah is where his breath sings...
The Winter Poet’s Note – This poem is dedicated to World Peace. Religion never divides, it unites.
Ave Maria.
*Diya - A small cup-shaped oil lamp made of baked clay.
Thank You - http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/english/
The dawn spells a quiet November morning,
A Child breathes life’s precious earning...
The light shines to enrich the crowning,
A Mother satisfies her aching yearning...
The damped clouds weep as the rain falls,
His hand waves to God’s blessed call...
Heaven’s Violin rhymes on furnished walls,
The milking Mother looks past her labour small...
A sky is where the birds flew,
A Father’s forehead is the Child’s blessed rue...
The rain still weeps outside as the wind blew,
A White Dove sings for peace to come true...
With Bismillah and Jesus to redeem,
A *Diya smiles to God...
The moon sings to the night’s eye beam,
Outside is Satan’s mausoleum eating peace’s rhyming chord...
The clouds cry as the sky dies,
His Mother smiles as his Father tries...
A tree outside with honey flies,
The fire outside cook’s greed the wicked rice...
His eyes wait for hers,
He waits for her in return...
The Father sings to a bed’s rehearse,
Hunger gives his stomach a burn...
He looks outside the window,
The Church Bells thus rings...
A Mosque is God’s beautiful pillow,
Blessed Hanukkah is where his breath sings...
The Winter Poet’s Note – This poem is dedicated to World Peace. Religion never divides, it unites.
Ave Maria.
*Diya - A small cup-shaped oil lamp made of baked clay.
Thank You - http://www.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/english/
