RAINS OF GOD'S MERCY

Thunderstorm and chain lightning

Wake me up from my slumber

Under the wide open canopy of God.

The slight drizzle was like an angel's touch

Gentle, tender and soothing

I longed for years to be stirred up from my sleep

In this way -- like a loving and caressing hand...

God fulfils my wishes in the most mysterious of ways

And the more I ponder on His mercy the more do I feel

Like falling head down in the presence of His Countenance

And weeping grateful tears of humility and thanks.

And like the way I was woken up at early dawn today

Similarly. last year, on a rainy night

God sent a truly loving woman into my empty and lonely life

A lady who is as gentle and caring as the drizzle

That rained on my sleeping form soothingly

The drops from above are God's mercy and as the Bard* said:

"It's not strained and droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven

Upon the place beneath;

It blesseth him that gives and him that takes..."

No doubt about this as I too found out twice

As love and care were blessed on me in her shape:

My beloved, rare woman...who knows to love without question.

The clouds still hover all over the land where I am

And there are chances that there will be more showers

And also that there will be more of the Almighty's blessings

Raining down on me to fill me with the zest and zeal

To live, love, battle the odds stacked up against me

And enjoy my future with my beloved lady

While thanking my Creator as much as I can...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*BARD: WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
THE LINES QUOTED HERE ARE A PART OF PORTIA'S SPEECH IN "THE MERCHANT OF VENICE".
COMPOSED AND POSTED ON AUGUST THE 20TH, 2010.

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