SOVEREIGN SWAY

What’s it about money that makes us so blind,
To people and their cares, to sorrow and despair!

What’s it about wealth that makes us so dumb,
Of goodness and faith, of kindness and love!

What’s it about property that makes us so lame,
That often we end up casting the blame!

What’s it about position that makes us so sick,
That we go craving after the attention it mostly brings!

Mammon is a god that demands absolute trust,
An idol at first and a Siren at its best.

A master who entices with exceeding charms,
A supreme who enslaves without any qualms.

None can escape its bewitching net,
Nor elude the lure of its passionate paen.

Choose rather to serve the Sovereign of all,
Then you’ll live safe under the shadow of His reign!

                                                                                    © Sabina Tagore Immanuel
*This poem grew out of an altercation with my son about money matters!
*Pic from the net photogrid
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A TRUSTED TASK

Why am I given this bundle of joy,
Wrapped up in a blanket of blue,
Fumbling and faltering in a broken hue,
Who is to blame Lord, me or You?

Why must I have a burden of care,
When I see others have nothing to fear?
Why should I be the one who has to share,
The trials of pain that you had to bear?

My child you are the best I have at hand,
To place this sweet little one in this land.
No one else here can do what you’ll do,
So I have chosen to place this special one with you!

I have found you so faithful and true,
So  I entrust this little child for you to do
I have much faith and trust in you
That you’ll not fail in this my call for you!

So lift up your head and proudly dare,
A world that would often stand and stare!
Tell them that I’ve specifically called you specially for this,
To show them who they are and what is amiss!
© Sabina Tagore Immanuel

*Wrote this to encourage a couple going through the throes of a sick child.
*Pic courtesy https://unsplash.com/photos/7tGqLzHcjZ8

WEARY WARRIOR, GO THE DISTANCE

Are you a soldier weary of the battle,
Holding the ground you already won?
Clothed in your armor, you stand so tall,
Yet you’re drooping ‘cos you’re tired of it all!

Who will help me, you cry within your heart,
What can I do, you question within your loft!
Fear not, good warrior, help is at hand,
God has placed resources close by your stand!

Look first to Him Who called you to go,
He’s promised to be there in all that you do!
His eyes are open, His ears do hear,
He doesn’t abandon you whenever you tear!

His grace is sufficient for the task that He gave,
His strength is made perfect when yours doth fail!
The clarity of His mission will lighten your way,
The focus of His purpose will enliven your sway!

Don’t give up yet, tho’ night seems long and drawn,
Just persevere and hold on until the day doth dawn!
Time is but short and the stakes are but high!
Its but a momentary dull and the end is but nigh!

Reach out for help from those who are with you,
Stretch out to succour those who surround you!
Seek not to walk alone for you have a community,
God’s always meant for you to be part of His family!

Stand strong soldier, let your heart be true,
Don’t let the world tease you into its lure!
His yoke is easy and His burden is light,
Stand firm soldier, your reward is in sight!
© Sabina Tagore Immanuel

*The sermon preached in Church on Sunday inspired this poem. I rewrote the essence of it in poetic form. The sermon was delivered by Ps Suman Jonathan in New Life AG Church in Chennai, S.India.
*Pic courtesy https://i1.wp.com/www.kimrjackson.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/battle.jpg?resize=495%2C540&ssl=1

DEPARTURES & ARRIVALS

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A few days ago, I was returning from a funeral and pondering about the quick way a life just passes on – one minute here and the next gone. I was thinking about how a person is here and is suddenly gone away, not there any more.

Just then my car happened to be passing the airport and I watched a flight land and another take off. Suddenly it struck me – life is full of arrivals and departures. We watch loved ones take off one day to another destination and another day we welcome another loved one come in from a different place.

The thing with departures and arrivals is that, while we receive with joy an incoming one, we stand by with some pain watching an outgoing one. We are excited and watching the skies and the boards for signs of arrival. We stand by wistfully, hoping to somehow delay a departing one.

Why is this so? Why this contrast when they are, after all, in both cases leaving one place and reaching another? The reason is that in one case, our ranks swell, our numbers increase and there is addition; while in the other, our ranks deplete, our numbers lessen and there is indeed a subtraction!

Its not that they are lost, but its just that they are not physically present with us. We know in our minds that they are indeed safe and enjoying new life, yet our hearts throb with their absence, the lack of the physical presence. We feel left behind, lost and alone, unable to share in that life.

In the case of arrivals, we are excited about the newness of it all and the way the new one will change our lives. We are physical beings and so physical presence does make great inroads into our existence here on planet earth.

However, in the case of departures, often the one leaving is generally so excited and filled with the wonder of starting a new life, facing new challenges, the sights to see, the people to meet and cultivate, the new opportunities that will be available etc, that they seem to forget us who will be staying back. In fact, it may look like that they are insensitive to our pain and longing!

Its not so and its indeed good that the newness will occupy them and we have to let them be so. Its that expectancy that will make them carry them over the loss of our presence and help them settle in the new life. Otherwise, they will feel bereft in the new life and will not progress on!

Even so, births and deaths make an impact on the routine of day-to-day mundanity and monotony of life. There is no denying that, whether its a newborn or a demise, both stir up and cause a whirl in the steady stream of our life. In both cases, we have to adjust and realign ourselves to the change they bring. Of course, a birth is often (but not always) is preferable over a death (again most often but not always).

Yet, if we but really pause to think, contemplate and understand, we would see that the departing one is actually going to live a more fuller, more satisfying and more fulfilling life. This thought is the one that would enable us to bear with our loss, our pain and our anguish – that our loved one is in a better place, better environment and a more profitable (for them) location. In sensing and seeing their relief, release and realization, we can lay aside our grief and carry on, waiting eagerly for us to be together again.

It will be only a short time before we are reunited together. It is this thought that would/should energize us to carry on and complete our race. May we take strength from this and of course, with the arrivals who will sweeten the remainder of our time!

Even as I write this, I can say that the family that lost its loved one is doing exactly the same. A baby in the family is proving to be the succor and the comfort that eases the pain of the absence of the departed one!

In conclusion, let me note that in an airport the departure area comes before the arrival one and even so in life!

© Sabina Tagore Immanuel

*Photo by Ashim D’Silva on Unsplash

PRECIOUS THINGS

God gives uncut diamonds into our hands,
Offering the best that He can sand.
Rough edges, raw wedges, uncouth dredges they maybe,
Handled with love, chiseled with care, scintillating pieces they’ll turn to be!

Every child is His true gift of love,
Given freely to a murky world.
Sweet tokens of His pleasant favor
Ever unworthy we’re to even claim.

Innocent but we cast them aside,
Shoving them on the rubbish heap!
Sovereign gold crafted with grace
Oh what preciousness we constantly waste!

Treasures bestowed just at our feet
Stewards we must be to earn our keep.
Woe to the ones who trample them down
Wicked to the core, I shudder at their doom!

*As usual wrote a long one and then cut it down to size. The original is given below!
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt © Roger Bultot

God gives uncut diamonds into our hands,
One, two or even three, the best that He can sand.
Rough edges, raw wedges, uncouth dredges they seem to be,
Handled with love, chiseled with care, scintillating pieces they turn out to be!

EACH and every child is His gift of love
Sent to show His care to a fallen world.
Tokens of favor communicating a word of faith
Sovereigns of pure gold crafted in exquisite mould!

Messengers of purity sent by His grace,
Waters of life flowing crystal and clear
Stars of hope, lamps of light, they brighten a dark day
Flowers of beauty, fragrance of heaven, they cover the stench of sin!

Innocent though they be, we cast them aside
Throwing them often on the rubbish heap!
Travelling afar not knowing what they’ll meet
Oh what preciousness we waste in hasty takes!

Treasures they are given into our keep
Stewards we must be and handle with care.
Woe to the ones who trample them unseen
What will their fate be only He can share!

© Sabina Tagore Immanuel

MOONING

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Surya, Indian cinema seems preoccupied with the moon!

Well, our poets, from as early as Sangam literature times, have been obsessed with Moon because of the soft glow, grace, cool & calmness that Moon affords. Poets always compared the moon to women and the Moon is considered Female. So the natural association of a woman & moon in literature!

Really?

Also,  the moon was the beloved friend of literary heroines to whom she could confide her deepest emotions; and often her emissary! Cinema lyricists, inheriting such literary legacy, endowed the Moon in film songs.

My name is Nila!

Your parents must be quite romantic!

*Surya is the name for Sun and Nila is the name for the moon in most South Indian languages.
*In terms of film output, India ranks first in the world, followed by Nollywood, Hollywood and China!
*Sangam period is the period in the history of ancient Tamil Nadu (known as the Tamilakam) spanning from c. 3rd century BC to c. 3rd century AD. It is named after the famous Sangam academies of poets and scholars centered in the city of Madurai. In Old Tamil language, the term Tamilakam referred to the whole of the ancient Tamil-speaking area, corresponding roughly to the area known as southern India today, consisting of the territories of the present-day Indian states of Tamil Nadu, Kerala, parts of Andhra Pradesh, parts of Karnataka and northern Sri Lanka also known as Eelam. According to Tamil legends, there were three Sangam periods, namely Head Sangam, Middle Sangam and Last Sangam period. Historians use the term Sangam period to refer the last of these, with the first two being legendary. So it is also called Last Sangam period or Third Sangam period. The Sangam literature is thought to have been produced in three Sangam academies of each period. The evidence on the early history of the Tamil kingdoms consists of the epigraphs of the region, the Sangam literature, and archaeological data. The period between 600 BC to AD 200, Tamilakam was ruled by the three Tamil dynasties of Pandya, Chola and Chera, and a few independent chieftains, the Velir. There is a wealth of sources detailing the history, socio-political environment and cultural practices of ancient Tamilakam, including volumes of literature and epigraphy. Tamilakan’s history is split into three periods; prehistoric, classical  and medieval. A vast array of literary, epigraphical and inscribed sources from around the world provide insight into the socio-political and cultural occurrences in the Tamil nation. The ancient Tamil literature consists of the great grammatical work Tolkappiyam, the ten anthologies Patthupattu, the eight anthologies Ettuttogai, the eighteen minor works Pathinenkeelkanaku and the five great epics, Silappadikaram, Manimegalai, Sivaga-Cindamani, Valayapathi and Kundalakesi.
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt © Ted Strutz