your grace

spray me with your grace

until i am soaked in rain

of your love (reigning the world

to bind the wounds of deep hurt

caused by callous creatures, a disgrace

in heaven and on earth);

inspire and provoke deep within me

your forgiveness, a contrast

to my vengeance, revenge-filled

thoughts that translate

into my speech and louder acts

discrediting your image in me

henry victor    28.07.2010

overcoming hate

 

strengthen me with sinews of love

that i may never use hate

to defend me, or mine

even if i am approached by assassins

from behind and secretly

in this loveless world

and much distorted love;

continue then to inspire affection

within my innermost sector

even if i end becoming a pauper

with many sleepless nights

and merciless moments

© henry victor     10.09.2003

my faith

how big should be my canvas

to paint a splendid painting

satisfying my soul, or the Source

the Soul that paints my soul

if it is small as my thumb nail

will it be pushed away

and dismissed as narrowly

moralistic, unduly silly

and what if it is wide, wide

as the world beyond my window!

will this be sacked as political

a revolt against the Heaven!

what if i make it my palm size

connecting dots and lines therein!

will such an art be brushed aside

as too mathematical, merely cerebral!

© henry victor