If there is cold in our bones, or
If there is hunger reeling a tone
If we wait and hope and persevere
We heads up with no somber tears
We are gracious swans or more
Pearls brimming with roses in a spring
Where is the sunshine? & shadows of situation?
Where there are the walls stand and defense
At where we shall find our own weathervane
A device for indicating one direction
And walk up there to the Master Spring
My dear friend, be with he and she
We are about to sing and weave a song
We breathe the celestial touches
Which chastely kept our spirit
Eternal and blissful
With our clam clarity:
We desire a new reality of existence
One of Love for myself
My love for all mankind &
Full Love for the earth we live on
Let it pass on, & return…
This is a very humble verse with its broken rhythm, my apology for that.
This is one of many standing helping hands, & it knows if you are asleep and cold,
Will bring you a bright white blanket to keep you warm by inches.
Whoever who has a need to be supported, we shall not hesitate or run
Because when all things come to an end and what will remain?
Are only flashes of moments, gleams of light in our memory whenever
we offered hands to other with compassion, then like begets like,
to be our immortal tranquility from summer Master’s Spring,
all will return...
One Point:
A simple wish is, as was written and sent, from a concern not for the amount but the method to be adopted. It should be considerate to cover all from the third worlds which do not use First world currency, and many never saw one, how the system be flexible enough to cover their needs? So they can also offer helping hands which is as anxious as those in needs?
