Walking through dry land, my throat is all parched
Deep in the desert, my thoughts are all lost
I seek a treasure, no matter the cost
For I am thirsty, deprived of all sorts
A Christmas poem
Creator become created
Yes, God became man
He himself was made
Nothing was made without him
The French Sparrow Song
– A poem of meditation when I was stuck in Paris flying back from Abidjan, Cote d’Ivoire
by Vijay Sarvepalli
Stuck in the transit between these two worlds
I pause in Paris, when I stumbled upon these birds
They do not stop singing even when sky is not blue
Maybe because they still believe their creator is true
Primo Pluviam – the first rain
– A poem about the first rain, as God Almighty appeals to the Dominos Aqua – The Lord of Water by Vijay Sarvepalli
What is your injunction, why have you summoned me?
I carry your orders to keep this earth fertile
Have you more things for me now set aside.
I the Lord of heaven and earth am also the Lord God of justice
My eyes cannot stand evil, I regret man that I have made,
whose thoughts are continually vile
his actions make all this beauty now to become futile Continue reading “Primo Pluviam – the first rain”