Whispering Thoughts

Come, let's sing Thy glories, and rejoice in Thy name. In Thy pious chant, a heavenly bliss, the ultimate pleasure. Gradually, our sins are washed. Slowly, our sorrows are erased. Steadily, we are cleansed. Definitely, we are favored. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Amidst the chaos, a slight rest,  like birds returning to their nest,  to start morrow afresh with zest. Peaceful, the song of the fountain. Linking with Crimson's Creative Challenge  Linking with Ronovan Writes Welfare unto all Rab rakha

Blush of the first light, and blooming hebe flowers. The heart feels the love.  Linking with Moonwashed Weekly Prompt Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Sunshines and the storms. The wooden bench in park,  splintered with time, bears witness to it all. Linking with Photo Challenge #525 Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Rainy monsoon dawn, the terra soaked in love, flitting, chirping birds,  squeaking squirrels, and fresh fragrant air.  Everything glistening,  pristine, intimate and open. And there, in the corner of the lawn, two zestful friends, a tiny little robin and a naughty little chipmunk, happily breaking their fast, hungrily bent over a small black tray, filled with coarse grains,  dampened with downpour.  Synchronously, turn by turn,  a peck, then a nibble, then a peck again. To the casual eye,  trifling wild things eating in harmony.  But if you look closely, 'tis the lustrous divine. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

With Thee, all possibilities, bereft of Thee, no knowledge.  No reflections, beyond Thy name, and by Thy grace alone, all salvation.  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Life, is a pilgrimage.  A holy journey, where,  methods blend into wisdom,  myths meld with truths,  sciences fuse with faiths and finally,  the soil becomes saint.  And, Thou art the destination, that realm, that skyline where this amalgamation happens,  where we become one with Thee. Essentially, we walk,  from Thee, to Thee by Thy grace. Amen. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Overcast grey skies,  peacocks cavorting blithely. Distant from Thyself, soaked in nectar of Thy name, my heart sings Thy sweet glories.  Linking with Moonwashed Weekly Prompt Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Each one of us is blessed. Blessed with swords, with two blades of strength.  One, sharpened with intellect and the other,  the other with our potency, our intense abilities. Both are powerful.  Both are capable.  Both can build.  And both can destroy. We can wield these swords at our own sweet will for our own sweet interest.  But when it is time to do so,  when it is time to put them to use,  May Our God bless us to choose wisely. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Dewdrops glistening. On purple skin of twilight, handful of diamonds. The kiss of moonbeams on earth, beautiful, the mark of love. Linking with Crimson's Creative Challenge Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Not in bits and parts, but complete, with flaws, distortions, and defeat, victories, highs, lows, all receipt,  accepted entirely, in grace. Linking with Ronovan Writes Welfare unto all  Rab rakha