DIVINE GROWTH!


for every word that I utter
for every thought which is born,
I sit in silence and hear
the echoes of the trembling hoar!
 
flew would then the time fast
leaving me behind the world afar
would I then,remember the mighty words
heard which during the early childhood …
 
memories fade as , wiping ones
only the etched remain as none
“young buds of the garden of life
gently grow and cherish the years!”
 
molded as like a soft wet ball of clay
into shapes regular or fake,
delicate the canvas of the mind
where imprints the image for life long!
 
in thy grace ,let the sapling grow
whence a drop of divine bless the sow,
transforming the beautiful seed of faith,
into a true tree standing with love!
 
 
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