BLUE RAIN AND GREEN MEADOWS

(A poem dedicated to the SERVIEN CHRISTI MARIAE ’08)

I started a journey where I know not where it is bound
A path I followed where there is no return
Open fields keep its secret
Ignorant from the dangers of my travel

Blooming flowers lead my way
Warmth of the sunshine fills my heart with joy
In bed of roses I lay me down
Paradise Is where I am now

I run towards the horizon so free
Stumbling into a single stone which has caused me so much pain
Clouds have darkened my path
my meadows have gone dry

I look up to the angry skies
thus it strikes my soul with fear
I cry and kneel for help
Blue rain pours upon my shoulders

I continue along the dead meadow
Stones turned into rocks, rocks turned into boulders
Into a barren wasteland I have fallen, I cannot go back anymore
Still, blue rain continues to fill my heart with sorrow

I search for a place where I may rest
Yet, there is no sanctuary left for a torn flesh
Tears I shed for the sake of mercy
No one can hear as my soul moans for pity.

Alas! I am so near my destiny
But still the blue rain drowns me in misery
With pride I held my head up high
My faith I hold in my heart

I close my eyes and pursue my quest
Heaven whispers to keep me strong
Slowly I drag my feet in the dusty road
Believing that my troubles will end

Along I go, in the path I have chosen
As I felt the soft cool grass brushing my feet
I opened my eyes with such amaze
Rain that had once made me blue, Now has made my meadows green