Deep Impressions
This
Blessed day
With deep reverence
I looked up
To the heights…
I saw
The Hands
That sculpted me,
That gave me
A heart
That beats and throbs,
That kindles
A flame within,
Inspiring me,
Comforting me
To
Inspire others,
Comfort others.
My laments,
Unlike Magdalene’s wails…
My thoughts,
Unlike
Wordsworth’s poems…
My sketches
And
My laughter,
Unfit
To match
Even the rough drafts
Of
Angelo’s paintings
And
Beethoven’s music.
Yet
As a tiny particle
Of
His beauteous creation,
My laments,
My thoughts,
My sketches,
And
My laughter
Will leave
Deep Impressions
On the canvas
Of lives around.
Reena Charles
Ek Ehsaas Foundation (EEF) Delhi
