The Incomparable

The character of Jesus has not only been the highest pattern of virtue, but the strongest incentive in its practice, and has exerted so deep an influence that it may be truly said that the simple record of three short years (actually ~ three and a half years) of active life has done more to regenerate and to soften mankind than all the disquisitions of the philosophers and all the exhortations of the moralists!

And now, even before I decide to check the infallibility of this apparently bombastic statement, I am reminded of my own once-run-down-now-found self and hence, restrain myself from wasting my time to this check!
It has been proved down the centuries and, as I write, is still being proved in someone's life that...
Jesus Saves. Jesus Transforms. Jesus Loves. Period

bless you,

TM.

Sure Design

I'm just a thread in a hand,
like a castle on a sand.
With every storm that's breaking,
It's foundations shaking.

There must be a way out,
Before this life ends with a dirge.
Bedazzled by the expectations,
Longing for some careless mirth.

Often have I wondered, if someone's up in the sky,
Watching me, leading me and loving me by and by.
With every look i've taken, back into my life,
I've seen he dots connecting and the tears being wiped dry.

If all this is not the hand of God,
What else then should I call it?
For everything is a plain design,
With no blow of luck in it!

Bless you!
TM.

"Bunty-Bubly ki Rani"

A thousand cars passed me by,
Not one looked to my side,
While I trundled through this mad rush,
Of "faithful" office-leavers in many-a-cars and many-a-bus.

Amid their shouting and their screaming,
Some abusing and some dreaming.
I saw the crowds teaming,
As the evening mooning was beaming.
I felt left behind, when my 'friend' joined them,
He too had lost his mind!

I remember the day I rode out of the unit,
Some number was punched on me, I wouldn't comprehend it.
I was thrown up on the big truck,
Wondered about my future, landed straight into the muck.

The A-mobiles* have sped, overtaken us,
While we stand counting our days, stuck in the rut.
I, for one, still hope and pray, our days would take a turn,
When people all around would chuck their cars,
And gladly make us run!

Yours Ridingly,
"Bunty-Bubly ki Rani"
A Cycle-Rickshaw.

P.S.
Bless you.
TM
*Automobiles