Divine

I don’t know what I am doing wrong

What is it I’m doing right?

I am falling into clouds of despair hoping skies

Can clear the grey with pristine blue.

No matter how many times I try to touch

The crystallised edge of the universe,

My hands are weary from the weight of giving so hard

~ expecting nothing back.

I raise my chin up to the roofs where the birds sing to comfort,

The cycle to live is a race against time

What do I live for?

I live for you.

For golden stitches to patch up the torn edges of darkness

In your days and mine,

Countless memories with you, are kept

In the tattered pocket of my steady beating heart.

It is the spirit of our value that goes beyond anything but Divine.

~MH

Today I went to the National Gallery and was amazed at how beautiful the paintings are. I haven’t been for a while so I was taken aback and mesmerised by the sacred value each painting holds. In particularly the paintings of the Mother Mary and her son Jesus. They sang an air of holiness and a peacefulness could be felt in the intimate, loving parent child relationship between them. I was inspired to write two poems and took a couple photos. I have also copied a painting of Mother Mary praying. It’s a peaceful image that pulled on my heartstrings. I hope you enjoy them.

Queen of Heaven

Quietly love and comfort will follow

Graciously serve thy son

And embittered soils beneath your devoted feet

Will be cleansed with the tears

You shed

In your deep sorrow for his pain

Undeservingly brought upon thy son

Kindly tread waters, however rough they were

Your abundant beauty traps the waves

And a warm breeze will lift the wilted leaves of your tree

Strong as you are, thy son loves you

And he treats you like the

Queen of his loyal heart.

Mother and Son

She bestowed upon him a love, sacred

Drawn through the crystal clear spirit

He is blessed with

Burdensome trials weigh upon his

Shoulders- so frail

Her limitless love carries through the storms,

She shields him with her embrace

Angels on high look down upon

The melancholic sight

A holy man hangs on a cross

They pour light tinted with darkness

Leaving a golden halo of his love for mankind

To radiate his humility of pure goodness

Eternally.

Thank you. God Bless.

Hello everyone, Happy Lunar New Year. I hope your days of 2020 so far have been good to you all. I am still currently giving this blog a makeover with a help of a dear friend of mine. Meanwhile, I thought I would share some photos taken by a beautiful, lovely, talented girl I am honoured to know, Lisa Hayashi. Here they are, enjoy. Please find a poem of mine I wrote several years ago, run through these captures. Enjoy.

Follow the train tracks toward the heart of your home, slide away hidden memories of the past, hindering your path