Whispers in the Night ...

I lie still in this night, all alone ...
lonely in my own company ,,,
as still like a stone ...
so much like a beautiful statue !!!

Slowly, silently the moon creeps ...
into the lonely night sky ,,,
and it hears that my heart weeps ...
a lonely tear filling my eye !!!

Bathing in the calm light of the moon ...
the snow glittered beautifully ,,,
the mesmerizing sight calling you to come soon ...
and to step on this carpet of diamonds !!!

As the tear quietly escaped away ...
I heard a whisper in my ears ,,,
like a bright day ...
I heard your laughter !!!

I silently said a prayer in my mind ...
To God to bless you ,,,
and to be very kind ...
to fill your life with abundance !!!

Then God whispered back to me ...
and very gently placed His hand ,,,
My Child, I will be with him, you see ...
he is also very precious to Me !!!

The night was merry again ...
the stars started twinkling, the moon shining ,,,
gone was the heart-wrenching pain ...
and the snow never glittered so much !!!

Maybe ...

Once upon the time there was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically.
“Maybe,” the farmer replied.
The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed.
“Maybe,” replied the old man.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.
“Maybe,” answered the farmer.
The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.
“Maybe,” said the farmer.

Childhood Dreams ...

Life was a lovely story ...
a beautiful dream ...
where a pumpkin was seen a lorri ...
and loved chocolate ice-cream ...

thoughts and ideas were new ...
where green could be the color of sky ...
where no one was scared to be true  ...
and the most unhappy word was good-bye ...

where happiness was in chasing butterflies ...
and in watering flowers and plants ...
in counting the twinkling stars in moonlit skies ...
and in chasing tiny little ants ...

when the mind  had no deceit ...
and every good thing was possible ...
no differences between poor and the elite ...
and when stones were as valuable as marble ...

when the mind was not bound ...
in the shackles of despair and stress ...
when music was enjoyed in every little sound ...
and with clean conscience we asked Him to bless ...

Into that golden period of life Oh God, My Lord ...
let everyone be blessed to live and love, laugh and learn ...
let there be an echo of delighted applaud and love for the uexplored ...
and let all the worries burn ...