Open fields flash by, green and brown,
Soft streams go trickling by, small and big.
Dusty roads leading to homes, distant and near,
Blue skies canopy with clouds, white and grey!
Wayside stations flash by in haste with yellow boards,
Farmers and workers go about their daily chores,
Highways whisk by with green and white signboards,
Cocooned in cool comfort, I watch, as grime seeps from my soul!
Bubbled in my seat, I traverse from one place to another,
Paused in my busy routine, I take time to lay hold.
Free from my gadgets, I watch the window scenes
I tryst with rest as I take in the vast gleam!
Between burdens, I rejoice in small things,
His gift I feel, for it restores my strength.
Communing with Him through His nature artwork,
I bow my head in worship, taking heart to face another day!
*Written on my travel back by train from visiting my mother in a city down south!
He, I, & OUR STORY
I thought marriage was autocracy,
He taught me it was democracy.
He gave me space and privacy,
While I maintained grace and mercy,
Together we worked to make it as it should be – a theocracy!
I thought it was manly to be demanding and aggressive,
He showed me it is to be accepting and non-competitve.
I was ready to buckle under and be beneath him,
He lifted me to stride beside and go beyond him.
Together we tread a new path – a totally different tack!
I thought devotion ought to be articulated and vocal,
He demonstrated it to be more life and living.
I tend to be stiff and shaky, covering my pain with a smiling face,
He is secure and stable, moving at his own sweet pace,
Together we carved a monument – a testimony to His saving grace!
Individually we walk, each in our call
Together we chalk, a family to His haul.
Different from each other, incompatible to the core,
United to be one, we were tempted often to walk out the door,
Together we have struggled and stuck, until we no longer want to be alone!
Marriages are made in heaven but lived on earth,
Therefore, not to be undertaken lightly or ill-advisedly.
Marriage is a way of life instituted by God, honored in His word,
So, embark on it, seriously and prayerfully, taking care as you pledge your word.
Marriages need not become a hell, if both work together with quiet will!
Marriage is not for the weak or for the meek,
It takes strength and stamina to run that race.
Marriage is not a sprint but a marathon to be run,
Don’t even think of it unless you grasp atleast the essence of it!
*Pic courtesy Google images
LITTLE THINGS – A POEM
Little feet constantly tagging after me,
Little hands earnestly reaching out to me,
Little eyes intently watching me,
Little ears attentively hearing me!
A bundle of joy is a blessing in disguise,
Given for some days and years for us to care,
Make it not a sorrow to tear or a curse to bear,
Help it to bloom well with proper nature to share!
Little hands must work at a good skill
Little mouth must praise Him with a thrill
Little heart must enshrine Him with full will
Little mind must seek Him for ever to be still!
Invest your time fully in raising your little one
Distracted be not in earning a name or fickle fame
Regret it you will if you run after other things
Be a true steward of the treasure bestowed on you
By Sabina Tagore Immanuel
*Pic courtesy: dreamstime.com
MY HEART IN WORDS
Father, I lay down my will for yours
Teach me to walk in humility and simplicity.
I lay my dreams for me in the dust
And take up yours for me.
It may seem like the cross to me now
But I know its the resurrection door to freedom from self.
You died and overcame death & the devil
So will I for this is what you want for me.
Help me to move in the spirit and not in the flesh
Wafted easily in the stream of the power of your Spirit.
Help me to cease from striving,
Daily finding my rest on your breast
TURN ME BACK, LORD
Turn me back, Lord, to my first love for you,
Show me where I am prostituting and wandering,
Exchanging your faithful tenderness for fickle infatuation,
Moving away your unfailing constancy to fatal distractions.
Seductions surround me with enticing froth,
Broken and bruised by them I limp along the road of life,
Yet I know not why I am so easily drawn to their burning flame,
Knowing well they singe me quick, lewving me scarred and a black mark.
You woo me with solid substance and everlasting grace,
Anchored on the firm foundations of your eternal nature,
That ever works only for my good, and not to my harm,
Why then do I not make my heart fully yours, and help it be fully yours.
Capture me, Lord, and free me from the shackles that entangle me
Deliver me from self and flesh that choke the life out of me.
Walk me down the narrow road, with my eyes fixed on you,
Let me your love slave be, trusting you to keep me true to you, all my days!
Wrote this after reading and meditating the book of Hosea in the Bible
*Pics courtesy Google images
Patiently I have borne you,
From my womb to your flight.
Patently I have raised you,
With my hands to your stance!
Parenting thoughtfully and thoroughly,
In the days you were given to my care,
Persistently with perception have I reared you,
Trusting fully in God’s mercy and grace!
Prepping constantly and consistently,
For the time you would leave our home,
Principledly I have grounded and equipped you,
In God’s holy laws and His good ways!
Prepared you are, my son, to face the world,
Armored and armed to run your lonely race.
Parenthetically you have gained what’s important for your age,
Together your father and I relegate ourselves to the e-space!
Pace yourself my son in the novel space,
Finding and marking your place in the new race.
Peace be to you as you test your mettle in the fresh base,
For the God Who led you this far is still the Lord of all!
Park yourself always within the circle of His care,
Ever seeking to please Him in thought and prayer.
Praise Him as you meet the cares and duties of each day,
For He will guide and keep you in all your ways!
@Sabina Tagore Immanuel
*Wrote this when I bid goodbye to my son as he left for higher studies in Germany
*Pic courtesy google images
Peer into my soul, O Spirit of God
Pry open to see its secret thoughts.
Peel back its hardened scab to uncover its heart,
Pierce sharply to let its purulence run out its flow.
Patiently wait for the tide to ebb and cease
Pour then your oil to heal the festering wound
Pacify and soothe to begin its new birth and coursea
Pack it full with goodness fit for a fresh commence.
Preserve that which remains, recovering the lost
Purify and restore the marred, pattern and practice
Press into your mould the now formless void, making
Peace its defence and rest its delightful repose.
Never will I know the cost,
The extent the Father went,
To create & recreate me,
First from mud & then out of sin.
Never can I understand the price,
The extent the Son went,
To redeem & rescue me
From the powers of darkness & strife.
Never do I realise the estimate,
The extent the Spirit goes
To mould & refashion me
In the likeness of His image as in the days of old.
What do I owe, how do I pay, when do I return,
All that HE did, does & will do for me?
Can I ever repay, will I ever reimburse, do I ever reciprocate
All HIS love did, does & will do for me?
No, ten thousand times no,
Never can I recompense, remunerate or repay the debt
HE paid for me, pays for me & will pay for me!
Teach me to
Receive with grace,
Respond with thanks &
Reiterate with faith
The love of my heart,
The intimacy of my soul &
The strength of my body,
O Triune God of my life!
Sabina Tagore Immanuel
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WHAT’S GOING ON!
There’s a wind of pestilence sweeping over the land,
Let’s battle against it by getting on our knees.
There’s a shadow of stygian darkness covering the land,
Let’s dispel it by lighting lamps of gospel righteousness.
There’s a flood of destruction overflowing the land,
Let’s stem it by constructing dams and dykes of protection.
There’s a conspiracy to overthrow the age-old paths of decency,
Let’s band together to return what is sensible and true.
There’s a move of the enemy and alien over the land,
Let’s war against them by storming the gates of hell.
There is the work of the Holy Spirit stealing through the land,
Let’s partner together with Him to retrieve and restore the lost!
@Sabina Tagore Immanuel
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