Divine Musings – 17
Didn’t see thee Lord with eyes, nor smelled thy scent.
I never heard thy voice nor touched thy skin.
But felt thy grace in deep silence and din.
How can explain this all in world’s accent?
I try a word, a phrase, an apt comment…
I search for idioms, and try to spin
neology in burning earthly klin
To invent cant or expression, nascent.
Also read: WAKE UP THE SPIRIT
But human school is all about the tight
Study of gathered dust into a tome.
They read and breed in hearts the gnawing blight
Of blasphemy, that soots the benign light
Inside and miss the cues of prompting Om!
Aye let me save for now this odd insight!