I came to your abode God, <br />my glockenspiel loud to wake you up <br />my mind in manacle, realized <br />not your gentle demeanors <br />my gonfalon, emblazoned <br />golden lines read addendum of <br />my grievances and greed <br />there no prayers on my lips <br />to praise you and you gazed at me <br />your smile effulgent pierced <br />my huge equipage and <br />to reform me I admit <br />never you listened my cries <br /> <br />I am there near your sanctum God <br />again and in my hand folds <br />offer a prayer to praise your clemency <br />realize my mind now <br />you only can calm me down <br />attune my strings of life to praise <br />your divine aureole, allow me <br />to grace your axioms in my gasp <br />take me in your arm, care me <br />earth caves underneath, meridian breaks <br />hold me safe in your heart and <br />lift me to your paradise... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(Inspired by Tagor's Sagarika) <br />© Rema Prasanna <br />July 29,2008<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-take-me-in-your-hands/
