I don't want to Preach . But that's ultimately we all do right . Making your point across and hoping that someone might change his view accordingly is what a preacher desires. So in a way I preach too. I don't want people to admire the choice of words or the beauty of the thoughts . It will make me happy if they can admire the value of the thought , and themselves play host to a different thought for just a while . That is enough for me , That will make my words worth something , if anything .
I loved both images ...hence kept them . I know I know ..both are not needed ...
He doesn’t need your prayer or devotion;
your gifts, your time or your big donation.
He just wants to see the love in your eyes;
for the beauty of nature and his beautiful creation.
Feel the god in the whispers of the wind;
The wetness of the rain and the freshness of the dew.
In love of your beloved and embrace of your mother;
In smiles of your little kid, is the god I know.
Open your arms wide and feel the rain falling;
Closing your eyes in the pleasure unbound.
Lie on naked soil and gaze the stars smiling;
Bring back the lost Innocence, to see the god around.
I loved both images ...hence kept them . I know I know ..both are not needed ...
GOD OF THE WALLS
As I strolled across a tiny little beach;
Away from the busy town, on the foggy Sunday morning.
Churches and Temples were ringing their bells;
Little crowd had gathered for weekly rendezvous with god.
I sat on the rock watching those people;
Rich and poor and young and old.
Swallowed by those Triangles and Sphere edifices;
Home of the gods, as they are called.
I shifted my gaze to the mighty ocean;
Roaring like thunder on this lonely beach.
I see the god, in the wonders of nature;
The peace which it gives, says I am not wrong.
The god doesn’t sit, behind the brick walls;
To watch empty faces churning mugged up words.
God is here in this mighty ocean;
sermonizing in winds, and the songs of the birds.
Churches and Temples were ringing their bells;
Little crowd had gathered for weekly rendezvous with god.
I sat on the rock watching those people;
Rich and poor and young and old.
Swallowed by those Triangles and Sphere edifices;
Home of the gods, as they are called.
I shifted my gaze to the mighty ocean;
Roaring like thunder on this lonely beach.
I see the god, in the wonders of nature;
The peace which it gives, says I am not wrong.
The god doesn’t sit, behind the brick walls;
To watch empty faces churning mugged up words.
God is here in this mighty ocean;
sermonizing in winds, and the songs of the birds.
He doesn’t need your prayer or devotion;
your gifts, your time or your big donation.
He just wants to see the love in your eyes;
for the beauty of nature and his beautiful creation.
Feel the god in the whispers of the wind;
The wetness of the rain and the freshness of the dew.
In love of your beloved and embrace of your mother;
In smiles of your little kid, is the god I know.
Open your arms wide and feel the rain falling;
Closing your eyes in the pleasure unbound.
Lie on naked soil and gaze the stars smiling;
Bring back the lost Innocence, to see the god around.
