There I was,
standing on the verge
of Extinction,
and when I failed,
to get a distinction,
all that my memory box had
was the mistakes I made,
the wrongs that I did
and the rights I could have done,
intoxicating me with regret
and killing me cell by cell
And in this Hogwarts
where people called themselves Heartians,
I found him,
Sabuangelo,
who gave me the courage
to get over my mistakes in the past
and to do new ones.
He sounded weird,
and I was sure
He didn't belong here.
I wondered ,wondered and wondered.
Thought thought and thought.
And in a dream one night,
I saw Christ
and next to Him
a familiar face,
Sabuangelo.
His left hand,
In the right hand of Jesus.
Yes he was a man of God,
And now I know,
why he loved my mistakes,
why he loved me.
Now my right hand,
was inside the left hand of Jesus.
And all the three of us,
I, Christ and Sabuangelo,
Prayed together.
By: S B AMALJITH
True...he is an angel..
ReplyDeleteJust as he loved your mistakes he'll definitely love this poem too!!!!!!!!🙌👏
ReplyDeleteThat was really sweet..😍
Deletesuperb...!!!
ReplyDeleteAll glory be to Him Amaljith
ReplyDeleteYes indeed..
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