SMILING; THUNDERS OF GRACE LASTING WITH MEMORY

Oh Muse!
You came down with thunders of grace,
Smiling- raising voice of the lagged soul-
Stifled; illness that no more dare venture
An appearance into my courtyard,  all blissful !
 
Stymied- the dry leaves follow lifelessly-
But no more-tide can turn to this fragility;
Your august arrival, worshipped with all faith,
Lord’s decree, I will -to stars eternity!
 
Flashes -but brightly strong- pen marches,
In dense crowd of prejudice- but trust,
 Divinity has its trace- in your words;
Cold- will no more shiver, frost.
 
Quest-reaffirms, your words to guiding lamp-
Years of jolt-shattered morale emerges to light,
Of ethereal beauty, lasting with my memory-
The sun,stars; destined confluence, happily script .