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!