Dad was transferred to Tiruvarur on promotion as it’s police head. We joined him during vacations at the end of the school year.
One of the five traditional capitals of the Chola Empire, this town’s life in the south Indian state of Tamil Nadu revolved around a famous temple and it’s water tank. We were privileged to witness the temple car festival and the temple tank float festival, the two major events of the town.
Dad lived in one of the four streets that bordered the temple tank. Every night Dad would unwind with a swim round the temple tank. He never missed a day.
Hands raised in tender supplication,
You reach out to the clear heavens,
Drawing down the droplets of dew and rain,
You soak the dryness out of the ground
Feet rooted in firm foundation,
You stretch out to the dark depths,
Sucking up the moisture flowing down below,
You stand as sentinel between earth and sky
Beauty displayed in rugged creation,
You sustain testimony to His grace and care.
Buried beneath in pressured rigid death,
You transform in time to gems of sparkling light!
*Sorry, its been a long time since I interacted in FF. My son was sitting for his school finals, which is government conducted. It is a very stressful time as it determines his seat in the University. So I had to take a timeout!
*This week’s pic reminded me of the Apostle James’ warning about the tongue in the Bible. I was also reminded of the promise given through the Prophets Isaiah and Joel of the new tongue and language that will transform. Combined it all in this poem!
I stared at the apparition, not sure whether I was awake or dreaming. The thing prodded me to show that I was indeed wide awake. "Who are you?" I stammered in fear. "I am the book spirit that will show you a sight you will fear", it said. "Why are you visiting me? I am no Scrooge!", I responded indignantly. "I am here to show you the grave yard of books ", its bookhead nodded emphatically. "Why must I see it?" "To warn you!" "You have lost your first love. Return to your first love, us!"