Montag, 28. Juni 2010

Dear sweet and innocent poetry...

"The Breath of New Hope"
from “Wings of Joy”
by Sir Chinmoy

Day and night I shall swim
In the sweetness – hope – river.

May my mind every morning become

As beautiful as hope – dawn – rays

Peace begins

When expectation ends.

Each sacred hope

Is a blessingful gift

From Heaven’s heart.

Hope abides; therefore I abide.

Countless frustrations have not cowed me.

I am still alive, vibrant with life.

The black cloud will disappear,

The morning sun will appear once again

In all its supernal glory.

1 Kommentar:

  1. Wow, this is so creative.
    xoxo, Erin.