Poetry Archive

Moved by a young woman’s in tense physical suffering, the author dedicated this poem to all those in a similar situation. I’ve touched you With the healing rays of My love Across the expanse

Why do you like me? It must be there is a connection to Thee and i There must be a tie that makes You like me despite me, because in truth there is no

I came to scoff And stayed to pray l tried to shake Him off But He wouldn’t go away. He works on me slowly Not against my will One day at a time Till

Life is a song* My Beloved comes forth in the vesture of skin. Oh, my Beloved speaks: I shall wear the garment that you wear. I shall come close so that you may come

Tricklings of time dropping through my vision one look stops the world the red carpet is spread fragrance garlanding Lord Krishna one look stops the world to be actively passive and passively active there

Dear Lord, I offer this food to You as I offer my life to You, knowing full well that it is not mine to give but is indeed a gift from You. For this