Imprints of You
To have known you even for an instant
To have seen you from afar
To have been graced by your presence
Your smile and your beauty
The sound of your voice reverberating
Soothing and refreshing
To have experienced your absence
And the ensuing darkness
And to have enjoyed the pleasure
Of your presence once again
My mornings suddenly rejuvenated
And you the joy and rejoicing of my life
There at my place of humbling
I depart now with joy having absorbed
The best and beautiful in you
I depart with imprints of you on my soul
Vestiges of your presence around me
And still the joy and rejoicing of my heart
As I look back to that place of humbling
poem by Oyekake Satty Joshua
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Her absence too enthuses.
When I shared her presence, I was in exuberance.
When I left her, her absence kept me in excellence,
As I mediated on the essence of her presence,
Experienced in our romance, a rare occurrence.
Her presence and absence are charging me alike.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Olney Hymn 17: The House of Prayer
Thy mansion is the Christian's heart,
O Lord, Thy dwelling place secure!
Bid the unruly throng depart,
And leave the consecrated door.
Devoted as it is to Thee,
A thievish swarm frequents the place,
They steal away my hopes from me,
And rob my Saviour of His praise.
There, too, a sharp designing trade
Sin, Satan, and the World maintain;
Nor cease to press me, and persuade
To part with ease, and purchase pain.
I know them, and I hate their din;
And weary of the bustling crowd;
But while their voice is heard within,
I cannot serve Thee as I would.
Oh! for the joy thy presence gives,
What peace shall reign when Thou art there;
Thy presence makes this den of thieves
A calm delightful house of prayer.
And if Thou make Thy temple shine,
Yet self-abased, will I adore;
The gold and silver are not mine;
I give Thee what was Thine before.
poem by William Cowper
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Assuredly, Loving Souls, you should go to God with all humility and respect, humbling yourselves in His presence, especially when you remember your past ingratitude and sins.
quote by Alphonsus Liguori
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The House of Prayer
(Mark, xi.17)
Thy mansion is the Christian's heart,
O Lord, Thy dwelling place secure!
Bid the unruly throng depart,
And leave the consecrated door.
Devoted as it is to Thee,
A thievish swarm frequents the place,
They steal away my hopes from me,
And rob my Saviour of His praise.
There, too, a sharp designing trade
Sin, Satan, and the World maintain;
Nor cease to press me, and persuade
To part with ease, and purchase pain.
I know them, and I hate their din;
And weary of the bustling crowd;
But while their voice is heard within,
I cannot serve Thee as I would.
Oh! for the joy thy presence gives,
What peace shall reign when Thou art there;
Thy presence makes this den of thieves
A calm delightful house of prayer.
And if Thou make Thy temple shine,
Yet self-abased, will I adore;
The gold and silver are not mine;
I give Thee waht was Thine before.
poem by William Cowper
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An Echoing Sadness
Sad is the word to best describe, this feeling I have echoing inside,
Even though Christ lives there, and I know that He really does care.
It is something that on the outside, that today I simply can not hide.
There is an absence of joy within, when I take my mind off of Him.
It is then that the peace in my heart, from within begins to depart.
It’s the same peace, that one day, will in my heart eternally stay.
But in this world filled with grief, I can lose my focus and peace.
But with The Lord deep inside, His presence will not always hide.
So when my world becomes bleak, it’s Christ’s face I must seek,
And in time Christ will restore, that awesome peace of The Lord.
Circumstances can play a part, in the role of peace in my heart.
But friend, this just will not be, if I focus on Christ and Eternity.
For this is not my ultimate home, this darkened earth that I roam,
I need to be fixed on Christ above, for His presence and His love.
My friend, I don’t know why it is, that my heart does get like this.
But I know that in times like this, Christ is my God and I am His.
Whatever mind I may be in, He’s the same as He’s always been.
And if I have a troubled heart, Christ as my friend, will not depart.
Christ will stay right by my side, and it is in Him that I will abide,
As God, Christ is not denied, and He will restore my peace inside.
(Copyright ©02/2005)
Lonely I Remain
This silent night just has become even more silent. The presence of darkness appears to be even more present. The beauty of life is supposed to be by experiencing it. This so called beautiful life is losing its beauty because my life is losing its shine.
Nothing is beautiful anymore in this universe. Fading I am into darkness because no girl is willing to love and care about me. It feels as if I am a weeping child, with no place to call as home. Dreaming I am and not finding any love. Lonely I remain.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Muse
She sits there so peacefully,
So beautiful.
Her mere presence, an inspiration.
My spirit delights in her lovely being.
The taste of her lips holds a thousand pleasures.
A different pleasure each time.
Her voice like a Psalm of the angels.
Her comforting presence is peace.
Her being is stunning.
In her eyes, love's eternity is foretold.
As I get lost in her eyes, I am found.
For the sheer beauty of heavens creation unfolds.
She is God's greatest creation.
She is love.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Lost and Found
For so long my heart was trapped in darkness,
My soul was filled with pain,
No one will ever know my sorrow,
It just felt like there would be no tomorrow.
Then one day you were lurking,
In the deep shadows of my mind,
I asked myself why I felt so lost,
Was it You I was meant to find?
I watch You from a distance,
Yet Your presence was is clear,
To me You are a mystery,
You are so far away,
Yet so very near.
Now You are always with me,
Of that fact I'm sure,
I am safe in Your presence,
Forever more.
My God You found me,
When I had no hope of being found,
My heart and soul rejoice now,
The darkness is no more around.
poem by Denice Robinson
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Psalm 100
Make a joyful noise oh lands
Do not dwell in sadness
Come before His presence
And serve the Lord with gladness
For we are His children
Who were made by holy hands
We are God's own sheep
So praise Him all ye lands
Enter into His gates
With thanksgiving in your heart
Enter into His courts
May his presence ne'r depart
His mercy is everlasting
And His love it knows no bounds
Let the angels cry out His glory
And saints make heavenly sounds
poem by Frank McEleny
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God Is The Law!
God is law, o Soul listen,
God is behind, that beauty around,
His presence makes flowers beautiful,
His presence brings
Fragrance to it,
Nature is green and full of life,
because he dwells there!
God is the one behind beauty of children,
God is present in beauty of woman,
God fills the strength in arms and chest of a man,
God's presence, makes the nightingale sing,
God is the Law who makes peacock dance,
God is the Law who make every one fight or work,
God is the Law who makes write read and sing,
as a law make everyone strong and good and talented!
Look at the death of a man,
He dies in three stages,
One when is limbs and legs become cold,
And then the tongue fails to say some thing,
Eyes that tries to see some one,
Ears to hear somthing from someone,
Finally with deep sigh God in him withdraws his last breath!
All animals and plant take birth and die as God is that law!
God is the Law, bring one into life,
God is the Law who make one enjoy and smile,
God is the Law of life or death,
God is law of love and likes,
God is law of mortal journey, God is the Law of happiness,
God is that immortal law,
God is full of immortal ideals and knowledge,
God is the Law of cause and effect,
God is that immortal law of all existence!
Ah! God is that grand law of all subtle laws and gross ones!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Joyfully Serve
I prefer not to walk alone
As the journey may be considered as half gone
Enjoyed by one and shared by none
So it must be accompanied by someone
Not that it is must and necessary
Yet everybody wants to marry
Willing to share the burden and carry
Enjoy it with responsibility and remain merry
Stay as near as possible
Nothing to worry about troubles
As they may come and go
But we may certainly grow
No liability as has been put
As life is no short cut
Love is to rule and affection is to take over
Both may work as one and provide cover
It is not the quest for gain
It is to develop bond and remain
Together for life and share
The fruits of journey and dare
You may depart one day
But to show others the way
Presence may not be that important
Yet the result may be seen instant
Did you even see old couples?
Walking with sticks among people
No worry for death to take over
Yet with so much happiness there
I request all to shed differences, if any
Make it fine resolve to carry
Life till the end of curve
Beautiful end and joyfully serve
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Psalm 84
Just one moment in your presence
Means all the world to me
I marvel at your majesty
That fills the sanctuary
My weary souls it longs for you
In a dry and dusty land
Your glory brings me to my knees
In your presence I shall not stand
I would rather hold the door
Of glory high above
Within the door dwells majesty
A place that's filled with love
The Lord my God is a sun and shield
I stand upon Holy ground
And no good thing will be withheld
For those who once were bound
Blessed is the man who trust in you
As he walks the narrow way
For he shall find his dwelling place
In your presence every day
poem by Frank McEleny
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Farewell Joe
Gentle Joe, always smart,
Polite in manner and chat,
A fighter to the bitter end,
A family man and a friend.
You lived your life to the full,
Weathering the storm of time,
Basking in the lull of the storm,
Life was never boring or dull.
Dancing beguiled you with its allure,
Your steps graced many a dance floor,
Keeping you fit, youthful, alert,
You gave it up with much regret.
The Lord granted you plentiful years,
And now grants a new life of ease,
Under the shade of the tree of peace,
Beside the babbling brook of repose.
Time will soften the harshness of your absence,
Memory will recall the sweetness of your presence,
And the bitterness of this day will depart
For you will always live in our heart.
Farewell husband,
Farewell father,
Farewell friend,
Farewell Joe.
poem by Isam Hussain
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The present is a present, so be present
Always, behind the known,
the greater unknown…
behind the tedious Latin translation,
the struggle to find French elegance in French -
the private joys of the translator…
that rare intimacy, as a soul to soul
across the divides of language…
‘Laetus in praesens’ says Marsilio Ficino
in his Renaissance colloquial Latin
written up around the wall
of his Academy, such as it was…
The translator – half mechanical,
half philosopher, scribbles down
‘Rejoice in the present’..
and presently, pauses, contemplates…
Is it, was it, as easy as all that?
Sounds good, but is it practical?
In another age, Eckhart Tolle will expound
The Power Of Now – how joy
will follow presence, as the night the day…
The translator, cautious in his guidelines,
contemplates ‘Be present, rejoicing..’
as a poetic alternative… thus satisfying
philosophy as the study of causes…
checks various manuscripts; ah,
it’s written in one as ‘impraesens’…
almost adjectival; as a necessary state:
‘rejoice, being present’ then, perhaps?
Behind the shoulder of the translator,
stands as always, just as does
the unknown at the shoulder of the known,
(not quite nudging, sometimes, the writing arm)
the author…so close, this present moment,
is his presence…
the translator, gifted with a present by the wise,
the presence of the wise,
is wholly present; and that almost
imperceptible joy – recognised only
by the absence of all other things –
which the wise call bliss,
steals like a blessing
from the eternal, timeless, unblemished,
perfect now.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sweet Angel
pretty beautiful angel that you are an angel of heaven and goodness greatness such a sight to my delight ur smile u make me shine always wanna be good never wrong i try to be the days i count down til wen i can see ur smile ur golden soul of forever more ur never bad jus sweet great greater then great better then any treasure in this cosmos ur smile shines like starligh starbright better sweeter
ur smile makes me wanna be better then the nothing i am and was back then and as i am now ur mind such a nice nice thing weh u speak ur voice in my heart in my soul in my mind i could never ever not ever never wanna forget ur voice or ur smile always there in me in my mind til the last days in my grave id remember and take with me to heaven or hell or to nowhere alone in darkness my soul would
wander but torn asunder if u forgort bout me aLLright that be to me but you ur presence would always be with me and this ur memory id always hold true sweet sweet angel.
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Kept In the Presence
You are kept in the presence,
Of someone special.
Someone accessible.
And focused on your needs.
You do not have to feel,
What you give is not observed.
Everything you do has meaning.
And attention given,
You deserve.
You are kept in the presence,
Of someone special.
Someone accessible.
And focused on your needs.
Someone who feels,
You to be equally appealing.
Someone who sees you,
And bestows the highest priority.
You need not worry about that cart you push,
Filled with cans.
Those storage plastic bags you drag.
Is a testimony!
Do not ever let that make you sad!
You need not concern yourself,
About your disheveled looks.
It's already known...
Your best is at your command.
And the strength you have...
You did not get from books.
But it is there and it is felt...
In the friendship that is there,
By the firmness grasped...
Upon shaking your hand.
So without judgement passed.
A 'divinity' you have.
And it is yours to last!
This 'divinity of ministry'
Is yours to last.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
You are kept in the presence.
Others see you as a peasant,
Since their needs are to impress.
But you are kept in the presence.
And those who know it,
Know you're blessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God is not something I think about but something I experience as an energy, a Presence. I do find it easier to pray to a female Presence or an androgynous Presence.
quote by Olympia Dukakis
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Sonnet 60: When My Good Angel Guides Me
When my good angel guides me to the place,
Where all my good I do in Stella see,
That heav'n of joys throws only down on me
Thunder'd disdains and lightnings of disgrace:
But when the rugg'st step of Fortune's race
Makes me fall from her sight, then sweetly she
With words, wherein the Muses' treasures be,
Shows love and pity to my absent case.
Now I, wit-beaten long by hardest Fate,
So dull am, that I cannot look into
The ground of this fierce Love and lovely hate:
Then some good body tell me how I do,
Whose presence absence, absence presence is;
Blist in my curse, and cursed in my bliss.
poem by Philip Sidney
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A Wingless Bird?
We dwell in thee Oh God
As the fish dwells in the sea
We find our place in you
As a lock is to a key
To walk outside your presence
Is like a bird that has no wings
This bird that cannot fly
Is the bird that cannot sing
When we have left our first love
Then we stand outside the door
When this lion opens up its mouth
This lion finds it cannot roar
To dwell in any other place
Than deep within His heart
Is to stand upon the platform
And watch the train depart
Oh Lord we find our place in you
As the bird soars in the sky
If our place is not in you
Then we must surely die
Can a fish live out of water?
Can the wingless bird begin to fly?
Could a flower bloom in perpetual darkness?
Or would the flower surely die?
You are the wings that give us flight
You are the Sun that ends the night
You are the waters of the deep
You are the harvest that we reap
I am your exceeding great reward
Seek me with all your heart
Dwell with Me, your King, your Lord
And we shall never be apart
poem by Frank McEleny
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In His Presence
O for the glory of the risen King
Basking in your presence makes my heart sing
In your presence mysteries are revealed
In your presence I am healed
Rend the heavens, may your presence flow down
When I'm in your presence you are all around
You are vast beyond the heavens and you have no end
It's an incredible thing that you have called me friend
Just one moment with you my King
Has ruined me for the rest of my days
You have ruined me for the things of this world
You have ruined me for all of its ways
For my eyes have seen the King
And I became undone
Your glory filled the temple
And your light outshone the sun
And now my heart is full of light
And fire you gave to me
And every part is full of love
That's deeper than the sea
All of this from just one touch
One touch from the Master's hand
I will worship you forevermore
And in your presence I will stand
poem by Frank McEleny
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