When you are sad and feel all alone, when you think no one care for you at all, when you feel that all is lost, remember:
Footsteps in the Sand - Author Unknown
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Across the dark sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one beloning to him and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life. This bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it.
"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me."
The Lord replied "My precious, precious child, I love you and would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffereing, when you see only one set of footprints in the sand, it was then that I carried you."
thanks, Shan & DL. i might post some more but i need to find them first. ;D
@ DL -> u know i have ideas struck even during exams that i struggled to write the poems down & at the same time, finish the exam. ;D another worry? whether i can keep the paper or not after the exam. ;D
and the owl makes love to the moon as she wanes, he begs her to return soon on the next starless night, i will come full and bright till then, from the devouring demon i must hide
this is based on a malay folklore (which i think has heavy hindu influence when Islam has yet to reach south east asia) which tells of a moon goddess who was about to be swallowed by an ancient djinn (of the earth, if i'm not mistaken). she then wove from her hair with drops of blood as well as a needle to form a dragonfly to send S.O.S. to the god of thunder for help.
i guess the folklore tries to explain the phenomenon of moon eclipse.
A piece of sky Broke off and fell Through the crack in the ceiling Right into my soup, KERPLOP! I really must state That I usually hate Lentil soup, but I ate Every drop! Delicious delicious (A bit like plaster), But so delicious, goodness sake ---- I could have eaten a lentil-soup lake. It's amazing the difference A bit of sky can make.
My lady's Presence Makes The Roses Red by Henry Constable
My lady's presence makes the roses red, Because to see her lips they blush for shame. The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became, And her white hands in them this envy bred. The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread, Because the sun's and her power is the same. The violet of purple colour came. Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed. In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take; From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed; The living heat which her eyebeams doth make Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed. The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers, Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers.