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[aid] => mick
[title] => GRACEFUL SIGHT
[time] => 2006-11-09 10:16:41
[hometext] => This poem is about the blindman who is waiting for getting sight with grace of GOD and got sight with the strong faith.
[bodytext] => GRACEFUL SIGHT ============== Wandering paths stake my stay, Where I go there is no way, Whether its night or its day, What I see I cannot say. Touched the branches brittle and hard, Smelt the flower fragrant and fragile, Tasted sweetened fruits of floral bard, Rested under its shadow dreaming a while, Everything was fine and calm, Thou so blessed have his grace, Breezing his voices in leafs of palm, Can i ever see his face? Shuttling springs pass the rocks, Raising waves kiss the shores, Sprinkling showers bathe the flocks, Moving rivers fills the soiling pores, Where is thou birth where is thou end, Giving his life to earth marks your trend, His soul in you made you free, That wonderful life can I ever see. In the beginning I know not, In the end I may not, She is the woman, from whom I came, He is the man after who is my name, Never have I known how they be, Imaging them in me, Thousands are there who know around, Calling with names its good to sound Blessed are thou who knew his face, Can i ever have such grace? That was the day when I sat on stone, Day was so warm thinking alone, Happiness to me was always to mourn?, Or blessed to see darkness in turn. I heard a voice tender and gentle, Covered in the shadow of unknown, Touched me and said I know you, What you asking I knew too, Come to me! I make you free, For you believe that you can see. I heard people around me say, He took his spit mixed with clay, Spreading on eyes I heard him pray, Thou trust in me show you way Open thy eyes said the merciful voice, And look at things of your choice, I felt pain when I saw the light, Everything around was good and fine, Stood affront the man I knew, Who indeed gave my sight, Felt on his feet for he is true. Here is the world you wish win, Said the voice with full of grace, Go thy way and no more sin, For you have seen his face, Tears scrawled as I saw him go, Blessed is this man whom I know Giving thanks to grace of LORD Here comes for us THE SON OF GOD. By Mary Amulya [comments] => 1 [counter] => 312 [topic] => 19 [informant] => maryamu [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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