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MBJ Pancras Dec 2011
I’ve sought winds of poesy,
And I’m on wings to pen thee ---
Thou --- my Darling --- the Rose of roses.
Thou art seated centre of Glory
That hath sent thee unto us
On our arms long waited.
Thou livest in our tears of joy,
Ineffable and amazing unto eternity,
Thou art the most beautiful dawn
Decked with pearls of glory.
I celebrate thee on the Day of Thy advent
And my poesy doth make thee beautiful.
I believe my wings of poesy soar and soar
Until the sky sets its limit.
I’ll make thee live ever in my poem.
Believe in my wings of poesy.
About my loving daughter Suzanna Christy
MBJ Pancras Dec 2011
I was to leave a while and I have to toil for her,
For it’s my duty destined by HIM as her father.

She lives with her mother, and I’m a little far away.
I lived with my daughter and our love is boundless:
She hugs me, and I too, and my ear- ends are her spongy toys,
She walks with me and I run with her,
And we play every day with love and affection,
She watches me dance, and I hug her child-like utterances.
We play together till the time to part arrives.

She shed tears when the time to part arrived,
And I drank her tears and studied her heart,
Her eyes pierced my heart and she longs for my presence ever;
But it’s destined will that I must toil for her life,
And I have to be a little away from her a while.

I carry her tears in my heart and let them flow meaningfully,
And anyone can read her tears of longing in my lays.
When I leave her awhile for my job at a distance, my daughter sheds tears.
MBJ Pancras Dec 2011
(For my Loving Daughter Suzanna Christy)

Seven years before her heart throbbed and mine too,
She was prepared to face to the world with God’s Gift:
Her travail had begun and each of her nerve shivered with thrill,
The Father in Christ in His invisible Presence hath been beside her.

Now I shed tears that speak how she had borne the physical agony,
And my inward eye writes how the day was and today it is.

The tiny blossom within the womb shook the stem of the plant,
And the plant stood fluttering, unshaken, but withstanding.
I now feel how I felt of her personal ordeal for matchless Gift.
God’s Answer in her womb, personified, traversed the way out,
The Invisible Christ held her in His arms during the journey,
It was the journey that none can describe except the Answer in the womb.
Biological apprehensions began to fly out with anguishing threats;
Yet the Heavenly Providence filled the way with His Grace.
Medical engineers acted upon their wit and tools to watch the drama.
The God-sent soul, anxious and hopeful, waited for the little wonder:
‘How could God’s Answer personified be?’
Time was on its wings, minutes flew, seconds galloped.
Engineers’ assistants exchanged responses of sincerity and hopefulness.
The little Answer personified whispered from within the Heavenly Mercy.
Everyone heard the whisper, and the mother too, and she would be a mother.

The clock was in its perfection to chime the melody of the Answer,
And the whole world, dressed in joy and smile, looked in awe and wonder.
It was forty strokes behind the entry of the little Answer:
How could I share my joy and with whom?’
The mother raised a doubt within her.
‘I am with thee, share thy joy and pain with Me,
For I have borne everything for thee on the Cross.’
She heard a voice within and the pain left her,
Joy let its wings fly when the little Answer peeped out the world.
It was seven strokes yet to chime.
Each second was a mystery and the mystery was to be solved.
The trumpet raised its clarion call; the lyre touched its strings,
The firmament, filled with Heavenly Blessings, began to shower on.
The little Answer personified sent forth her first cry,
And the cry was first heard by the Master.
Yes, she was born, and she entered the world.
It was fifty-two strokes past three whistles she was born.
Little fairies began blowing little trumpets,
The mother shouted in joy: ‘THANKS TO MY LORD!
Our answer hath been heard. Thou art my Master.’
On my daughter's eighth birthday, a recall of her mother, my wife's travail.
MBJ Pancras Dec 2011
(My daughter Suzanna Christy dance on 15th August 2011)
                  
I saw her dancing thro’ the peep hole of my heart,
My person was marooned beyond her person,
She called me thro’ the autumnal breeze,
And I was caught in the stormy wind within.
It was the day that she’d been called for a dance,
And the stage had been breathing fragrance and excitement;
Yet here I was caged not to fly out to witness her dance.
I let my soul float on its wings reaching her dancing arena.
My soul watched her dance ‘midst of tiny blooms,
And she looked the dazzling star of the cosmic garden.
Her jingling steps thrilled my soul and I shouted in joy,
The fluttering of her eye lashes pinched my excitement,
The melody born of heart travelled thro’ her tongue
Reminded of my joy born when she’d uttered ‘Dad’.
Her mom too was in the cradle of joy, yet far from her presence
And she’d been writing words of joy in her heart
For the little fragrant dance had traversed into her soul.
We’d imbibed joy ineffable when we watched her dance with our souls.
For she‘s always God’s Gift unto us to live in joy.
My daughter's dance in the school on Indian Independence Day celebrations.
MBJ Pancras Dec 2011
God said: There shall be light,
Immediately light shone across His creation.

I was made to enter the world of darkness,
The world hath become the den of sins,
And every man born of God hath fallen into Adam’s pit.

The Saviour took the form of submissiveness:
The Light pierced the darkness and showed the Way.
And darkness trembled at the advent of the Light.

I was at the heels of worldliness and tradition.
But on a day a voice stirred my soul to act,
The Light chased me to the door of Eternity.
I could not escape from the Light,
For HE hath HIS Plan to withdraw me from darkness.
I opened the eyes of my soul and saw the Light close to me.
Darkness began to shed its attires and Light hath clothed me with Its glory.

Darkness ceases not to threaten me with its curses of pleasure;
Yet there shines the Light ever to guard my soul from the eternal darkness.
What can darkness do unto me if Light is beside my soul
Which rests in the Loving arms of the Word of God,
WHO is the LIGHT of salvation into Eternity?
A verse on Light
MBJ Pancras Dec 2011
God said: There shall be light,
Immediately light shone across His creation.

I was made to enter the world of darkness,
The world hath become the den of sins,
And every man born of God hath fallen into Adam’s pit.

The Saviour took the form of submissiveness:
The Light pierced the darkness and showed the Way.
And darkness trembled at the advent of the Light.

I was at the heels of worldliness and tradition.
But on a day a voice stirred my soul to act,
The Light chased me to the door of Eternity.
I could not escape from the Light,
For HE hath HIS Plan to withdraw me from darkness.
I opened the eyes of my soul and saw the Light close to me.
Darkness began to shed its attires and Light hath clothed me with Its glory.

Darkness ceases not to threaten me with its curses of pleasure;
Yet there shines the Light ever to guard my soul from the eternal darkness.
What can darkness do unto me if Light is beside my soul
Which rests in the Loving arms of the Word of God,
WHO is the LIGHT of salvation into Eternity?
A verse on Light
MBJ Pancras Dec 2011
(This verse is painted for my Loving Daughter P Suzanna Christy on her 8th birthday)

It was the day she began to move out,
She’d been in the cradle of her mother’s womb
Some seven years before silently in her dreams,
And her dreams! Who knows? But He knows.

Her mother, yea, yet to be a mother then!
Then in her travail, yet rejoicing in God’s Gift,
With her friend and neighbors close by she was wriggling.

Her father, yea, yet to be a father then!
Then in his journey, anxious, yet praying all the way,
None but the Father in Christ is beside him.

She reaches the eighth milestone of life,
How she hath reached is by His Mercy.

I remember the day of entry into the world,
She made a cry within and it was not heard unto us,
We could not know why she had cried within,
But we know for she had prayed within,
And now we’ve learnt that her first cry would be to Him.

Her mother’s friend took her in his arms,
And showered thousand kisses on her tiny forehead,
And it is he always the God-sent providence unto them.

Her mother rose from her anesthetic sleep,
And her every breath, it’s the fact, pronounced THANKS unto HIM.
She longed for her God’s Gift and took her in her arms of love.
I watched her imprinting kisses on the silky cheeks.
Every one wept and there were tears of joy,
I collected those tears in the deep of my heart.

She hath reached the eighth milestone of life:
She flutters as the dancing star in the sky,
Like the tiny trout in the running brook she plays,
Sweet like the ripe apple ‘midst the orchard,
‘cross the horizons of joy and laughter she traverses,
Dressed in the Blessings from Above,
She looks purple with floating frilled skirt,
She wears the smiles of her mother,
Filled with friendly wishes from her school mates,
She walks amidst the song of her little blooms.
I can’t hold her joy she experiences,
And so her mother shares it with her
And too with her for she hath carried my prayer in her womb.

She grows with the Heavenly Grace,
And does proclaim the Glory of Heaven in her life.
Now she’s a little plant to grow more flowers,                
And every flower shall be the message of His Mercy
On my daughter's eighth birthday
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