Archive | February, 2016

To a Little Cat

20 Feb

Full of zeal it jumps around,IMG_1309
Mesmerized by the beautiful butterflies that surround,
The honey bee with it`s colorful hues,
The fallen Areca Nut with wonderful contours

The little pussy cat has just opened its eyes,
Excited by the green nature around it hops and jumps,
It tries to grab everything that`s colorful,
The little flowers to fallen leaves of foliage plentiful

Lionel comes seeing his pussy cat playing,
Equally joyful is he like the cat at gaming,
God of small things, pleasure infinite,
When he to will have fun with pussy finite

He picks a palms twig and holds it up,
The pussy jumps it finally to tiredness it succumbs,
Joy of everyone at home,
The little cat has finally come

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Pied Beauty

13 Feb
By Gerald Manley Hopkins
written 1877

Glory be to God for dappled things —
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced — fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.

References: Gerard Manley Hopkins (28 July 1844 – 8 June 1889) was an English poet, Roman Catholic convert, and Jesuit priest, whose posthumous fame established him among the leading Victorian poets. His experimental explorations in prosody (especially sprung rhythm) and his use of imagery established him as a daring innovator in a period of largely traditional verse.

To Be With Christ

7 Feb

What a joy it is to be with Christ,
Full of mercy and compassion is he,
What a privilege to live for him,
Heaven is the reward we get

What a fame to die for him,
Eternity awaits with all its pleasures,
What an honor to be stripped of all goods,
Like St. Francis of Assisi I shall live.

What a pleasure if I shall be stoned to death,
Like St. Stephan I shall accept,
What a joy if I shall be thrown into sea,
Like Jonah I shall believe.

What if everything I own corrodes,
I shall remember from dust I come,
Whatever happens when happens,
My heart shall praise the Lord

References: By Thesupermat (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons