Beatitudes

5And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.

 6But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.-Matthew 6

                                                                                                             for Jessica Andrews

1.

               Hearing the Sermon on the Mount

The Poet  attains Truth

The Pilgrim undaunted traced

The Ark of the Covenant,

Love’s noble history

And Ten Commandments

Light shining bright on his face.

And  innermost soul

‘Word’s sacred zone

Conquers nuclear frost

With Lord’s glory and majesty

I shall walk with Him

Not one blast or gale can touch me.

2.

Nuclear Mount of violence and death

Leads to Hell’s concave-

Two World Wars

Already in the third World War

After September eleven

Hounds hungry again

No, no, not Hiroshima-Nagasaki

Look here! Can’t you see Buddha, Jesus

You don’t see them

But I see them

And they see me.

This is not the first time I see them

During Great War I knew

They were coming

They were always there

But halo and glory of war

Corrupted my soul

And I didn’t see them.

3.

Politicians talk as if no war has happened

They sleep, fear to be awake.

I fear all wars

And the nuclear war to come-

Fear deeper than all other senses.

Kabul, Kashmir, Mid East bleed

Chaos infernal. Will the Lamb fall?

No. Muse will civilize us.

Nuclear bomb, black as the night,

Can never eclipse

Melodious notes of celestial madness.

We sleep at the moment of choice

And choose terror, darkness,

Civil wars,  nuclear arsenal.

4.

Blissful twins-Faith and Grace

And the golden tree in gardens fair

Ask the hungry hawks

Sitting on the perfidious bark of radium

‘Where have fled buds of  a thousand hues

Sportive winds, ecstatic brooks’?

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