Remember the old happy days <br />But nowadays really a catastrophe <br />As I haven't seen a bird, butterfly or a flower at all. <br />Someone has snatched my precious spring. <br />Living with a life's almost a threat <br />And I know the life is so short, <br />But there is little more time to live. <br />So, please blow me few air to my lonely bedroom <br />Hardly I could breathe through my shattered windows <br />That goes into my defeated lungs. <br />Master, I want to see that mountain again <br />But this time I am not able to climb with this wearied soul. <br />At least I could kneel down beneath the mountain <br />And recite this Psalm for the pilgrims' welfare. <br />'May the road rise to meet you, <br />May the winds be always at your back, <br />May the sun shine warm upon your face <br />And the rains fall soft upon your fields.' <br /> <br />-Today in our Gospel St.Mark reminds us of that beautiful story of the healing of the blind man.I have heard this story about his healing in the past, but what touched me today was how loud he was in asking Jesus to heal him.- <br />From the desk of Padre Jose'. <br />October 25,2009 <br />Saint Anthony Catholic Community. <br />Long Beach.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/master-i-would-like-to-see-that-mountain-again/
