The nun

The nun

1 January 2019

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She gathered the children around her and asked them if they would like to hear a bed-time story. They were thrilled at the prospect and huddled closer. She took the youngest of the group on her lap and started the story. Soon enough the children were all sleepy and she had no trouble taking them to bed where she tucked each one of them in. She smiled at them though her heart was sinking. Soon they might not even have a place to live in anymore.

She took out her laptop and looked desperately for an answer. She had sent emails to all the people she knew including the office of his holiness. She browsed hopefully including in her junk emails but there was no response. She knew that most people would not be at their homes during the holiday season but had hoped against  hope that someone would be there and would help them out. She looked at the children. They had grown since she first came and the youngest had been just a baby at the time.

She could not think of what would happen if they were not able to find the funds to keep the house. The more she thought of it the more it seemed hopeless. She realised that even if the landlord did not chase them away, they would still not have money to survive. What was she going to feed them ? For the first time in years she doubted her faith and her mission on earth. How could it be that while so many were enjoying themselves at Christmas the children should have noone to stand up for them ?

She clasped both hands in prayer and looked up at Christ on the cross on the wall in front of her. She closed her eyes and pleaded or mercy. When her prayer was finished she went out to buy bread for the next morning. She felt so tired and desperate. She wished she had kept some funds aside from the previous job she had before she had decided to become a nun but unfortunately she had donated everything to the Church just before she had taken her vows.

She did not find the usual shop open but saw a small shop at a corner where she had never seen one before. She thought it strange that she had never seen it before and that she had not heard of a second shop opening in the area. The shopkeeper gave her a dozen baguettes and added some cheese. She told him she did not have enough money to pay for the cheese but he shook his head and told her it was on the house as it had just been Christmas. He added that he was just sorry he had no turkey left to give her.She smiled and thanked him telling him that the children would already be thrilled with the cheese.

Just as she was about to go the shopkeeper gave her a lottery ticket telling her it was valid for the New Year and he hoped she would win something. She told him that she did not think it was appropriate to gamble but he assured her that as she had not paid for it, it was not gambling and that besides, God always worked in mysterious ways so why not in this way. She thanked him and returned to the orphanage. The children were all fast asleep. She fell to her knees again in prayer begging the Lord for mercy. These children had already been through so much and she wished would not have to go through the process of having to find a nw orphanage again.

She spent the whole week in prayer every night and tended to the children during the day. They were happy to be with her and oblivious of the fact that soon they might be separated perhaps forever. The first day of the New Year, the usual shop was closed and she was surprised to see that the other corner shop was open again while it had been closed during the whole week after Christmas. She went in and asked for a dozen baguettes again and the shopkeeper gave them to her smiling. He had a well-trimmed beard and his eyes were full of kindness. She wished there were more people with such kindness in their eyes and hearts.

  • How did it go sister ? he asked softly.
  • How did what go ?
  • The lottery
  • Oh, I did not check it. I think the ticket must still be somewhere in the bag where I had put the bread
  • Maybe you should check it

Something in his voice and demeanour seemed so familiar. She promised him that she would check it once home and he gave her the winning numbers on a piece of paper. She returned to the orphanage and fell on her knees in prayer again. She was getting weary as nobody had responded to any of her emails yet. She remembered that she had promised the shopkeeper to look up the ticket and so she checked the numbers. She had to look twice as she could not believe her eyes. She seemed to have won the jackpot. With trembling hands she folded the paper and tucked the ticket into her pocket. God worked indeed in mysterious ways. She clasped her hands in prayer again and looked up at the cross. The Christ was no longer there.

Holocene  – Bon Iver

Keep the joy in you

Keep the joy in you

2 October 2018

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When loneliness spikes

When nostalgia the heart strikes

Keep the joy in you

 

When forest grows thick

When eyes of tears feel the prick

Keep the joy in you

 

When thoughts brain derange

When your spirits soul estrange

Keep the joy in you

 

When the bosom swells

When the mind descends in wells

Keep the joy in you

 

When your dreams die hard

Cling not on to wayward shard

Keep the joy in you

 

When things fall apart

Wait for the bright renewed start

Keep the joy in you

 

Reading of the poem: 

Perfect Symmetry – Lights & Motion

Soul between two worlds

Soul between two worlds

4 July 2018

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The light plays with dark

Random pathways of glitter

Entwined creations

 

Scintillating beams

Whispers from lands of morrows

Otherworldly dreams

 

Enchantment in chest

Mind composing miracles

Soul between two worlds

 

Reading of the poem: 

Divine Overtone Chanting – Istvan Sky

Moon Petals

Moon Petals

15 November 2017

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Grey dawns pearl

Pushing back the night

It subsides

In circles

The Sun picking up the strides

Invades horizons

 

New day born

From womb that was torn

Miracles

Pulsating

Within mind’s webs creating

Remnants of her Art

 

The Mother

She anointed me

Moon Petals

Whispering

The moment when prayers ring

To temples in heart

 

Reading of the poem: 

Shoot the Moon – Norah Jones

Nightingale – Norah Jones

LoneStar – Norah Jones

The God of small Miracles

The God of small Miracles

3 November 2017

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Deconstruct

Current thought process

Unwind mind

Child remind

Inner being you will find

Playing with the clay

 

End dismay

Emerge from ashes

Old renew

Young to spew

From fountains gushing anew

The selected few

 

Embrace it

Just drop the questions

Ne’er ask why

Nor ask how

The God of small Miracles

Shimmers in the now

 

Reading of the poem: 

Something Just Like This (Lyric) – The Chainsmokers & Coldplay

Tremors in my head

Tremors in my head

13 October 2017

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Eons fleeing

Sense of bosoms fair

Multiplied

They divide

Opposite mathematics

Skewed analysis

 

Cryptic talk

Language compounded

Parables

Teachers’ walk

The island built on a rock

Between air and sky

 

Compose me

Miracles undead

My copies

Unending

Gushing out of scores of me

Tremors in my head

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Metamorphosis – Stive Morgan

Summoning her Frame

Summoning her Frame

1 September 2017

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Wonderland

Place of Miracles

Where we pray

Where we stray

Spending light through sun’s array

Countenance at bay

 

Seething sand

Makes me obstacles

Which I grind

In my mind

Through memories I unwind

Past hidden unkind

 

Singing band

Grant me spectacles

Unknown fame

Face no name

Shimmering through light path tame

Summoning her frame

 

Reading of the poem: 

Flying Elephants (part 1) – Gregory Colbert

Flying Elephants (part 2) – Gregory Colbert

Ashes and Snow – Gregory Colbert

Ceremonial Centuries

Ceremonial Centuries

28 August 2016

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She wears me

Like cloak of the night

Deep the probe

Velvet robe

I give in to her dark might

No desire to fight

 

She gifts me

Honey from the bees

Poisoned vines

Heady wines

From deep millenary caves

Lair the reaper paves

 

Twined voices

We offer choices

Oracles

Dark and Light

Compounded the miracles

Of steps in advance

 

Prime numbers

Divide infinite

Deep slumbers

They awake

Nails across blackboards they rake

Lessons to be learnt

 

I gift her

The past reckonings

Of morrows

Built in air

The knowledge she has been there

Inside new future

 

I wear her

Like remnants of fur

Naked flesh

Stretched afresh

Ceremonial centuries

Shredded now at ease

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Our Love is Easy – Melody Gardot

 

Heavens’ particles

Heavens’ particles

15 June 2016

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Grief squashes

All semblance of hope

The mind numb

Heart broken

Happiness a lost token

Of revolving times

 

Stilling mind

Whirling into space

Pitch balance

Zero point

Where everything is nothing

A change of vision

 

Joy washes

Memory of grief

Renewed fresh

Hope seeker

The mind attempts ways meeker

Turning a new leaf

 

Like a tree

Casting away leaves

Growing new

Extensions

We wage ways through pretensions

Society’s weight

 

Inside us

Silent observer

It watches

The motion

Lost to world and emotion

It shines in sun’s dust

 

They cling on

Heavens’ particles

Through bodies

That relay

The birthright’s lost miracles

Unbeknownst to most

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Wings – Birdy

Ours Undying Realms

Ours Undying Realms

22 April 2016

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Listen well

We speak in dreamtime

Son of skies

Sun of Earth

We bond beyond miracles

That hastened your birth

 

Immortal

Your sinking flesh dives

Into blue

Air bubbles

You are diluted endless

Our tool of the light

 

Blue in red

Knotted now the thread

Three circles

End the spine

The will then spoken divine

My blood daily wine

 

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Sink your lips

Into my fountains

We chose you

Moon goddess

The tongue more than mere prowess

Pathways to the Gods

 

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Purple hues

A lost world renews

Blessings born

From womb torn

The openings of wet tides

Dragon tamer rides

 

He springs forth

The second coming

The mother

A blue bride

Beginning in the ending

The circle is squared

 

The flames flared

Illusion a wisp

Of dying

Grey kingdoms

Hastened to the fleeting helms

Ours Undying Realms

 

Reading of the poem: 

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No Ordinary Love – Sade

Love is Found – Sade

Paradise – Sade

Your Love is King – Sade

Kiss of Life – Sade

Nothing can come between Us – Sade