My Failing Willow Tree

My Failing Willow Tree

 

Oh my failing willow tree,
Why have you given up hope me?
For all these years I have held you well,
And now I have to see you dwell,
Like a mother over her sick child,
And I see you hang limp, till you breathe your last breath,
Where the earth bewails over your Death. . .
Then when you have perished,
And your lack of hope has eaten you away,
There will be Hope.
For a new life of you will sprout,
And the harmony of you will outstretch,
Touching the sky, the sun,
And your long leaves calling to the soft soil,
For a new breath to call, and breathe. . .
For a warm heart again beat,
And through your flesh,
Will run your lively spirit,
And you will hold strong in midst,
Of the Hope of thy Willow Tree.

Eulogy for India

Eulogy for India

 

The mysteries of India
Swallowed up by the earth itself.
Nature consuming nature
Making us contemplate and wonder why.
Lost souls, lost hopes, lost dreams, lost tomorrow”s.
Families, friends, young and old alike.
How can we understand this?
We know who is in control.
How He commands the earth, the sea, the sun and moon.
We know He can alter the tiniest speck of master in the universe.
We know that in our darkest hour, He gives us understanding and peace.
So what have we gained from this?
New guardian angels to watch over us.
Added members to the heavenly choir to sing and praise Him.
New determination and purpose of mind to care more for our fellowman.
Appreciation for all that we have and all that we hope to be.
Commitments to ourselves and others breaking the chains of self.
An added assurance that time is relevant,
And that we too, will be with Him someday.