Thursday, January 15, 2009

PICK THAT PRICKS

Path is rugged and steep

Thorns spread on the unlikely way

Sharp stones cut your helpless feet

Hopes are crushed and vanished like dust.


Hidden wedges come along to weigh

But arise and shine in splendor

Come out from clouds of darkest hue

Look upward in delight and joy.


Rivers of seemingly endless sorrow

Transform into glowing fountain of rays

Sunlight of happy hearts, flowers and tress

Shelter one's pure and unfading love.

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