Lend Thy Heart – A Poem On Spirituality & Surrender

There would be a day
when I had made a sin
by grabbing that lonely fruit from the tree
which was there waiting
for a baby and mama crow.

There would be a day
when the wind on a rush
carries away my much-devoured rose
the only fragrant Damask rose
I would grieve, cry, and lament

There would be a day
when with pure love
I grab a puppy
from the littered corner of the street
to give him a happy home.

There would be a day
when the boss gets bossy
and coat me with his irate mind
I may come back with no job
Or with tears on my hanky.

There would be a day
when the dead fly floating
on my cup of cappuccino coffee
could make me a devil
that might even kick you out of my domicile

There would be a day
when nothing would be there
not even me, to share
to be crazy, to fight
to love, to admire you.

I wish and dream
you would listen, even then
maybe you wouldn’t respond
maybe you would smile
but never stop listening, dear God.