On my spiritual dryness, I ponder -

Prayer is meaningless to my heart.

My mind seems dull, to appreciate beauty.

The songs of the happy birds –

That freely fly in the sky without complain.

The beautiful flowers that bloom –

In the early morning, and dried out in the twilight.

The moonbeam at night—

Make lovers roam around.

With soothing breeze abound.

The falling water in the falls,

Whispers words of welcome to refresh.

The towering trees that adds breath to life.

The wonders of the sun –

Who always gives …. never gets…

The life that I have, that God to me bestowed.

Oh! my mind seems dull to account all these blessings.

This heart is tough to feel His love and cares.

My soul! how ungrateful you are!

How unfair am I to You.

Please let this heart and mind shout —

With Your Greatness …. and not with dullness.