Tag: gratefulness

  • This Fluorite Tower

    This Fluorite Tower

    A walk in the shop – a chance encountering.
    Of crystals, apparel, and trinkets therein.
    “Unique”, I thought and was led to see.

    It soon became clear where my focus was drawn:
    To stones arrayed in sundry sizes and forms,
    But largely it was their colours that charmed.
    To ascribe them mere red, yellow, and blue
    – or the other basic colours –
    Would be a great disservice, a travesty.

    The blend, the mix, the textures, the shades,
    Result in a palette so rich as to alarm.
    For how can nature concoct
    Such art beyond words –
    In its intricacy, colour-symphony, and – dare I say –
    Its beauty –
    If it’s left to chance’s haphazard work?

    Is it no wonder that crystals are linked
    To the spiritual realm though they be just rocks?

    A walk in the shop – a chance encountering?
    I saw, I felt, but one caught my eye.
    The luminosity of it that transfixed me so.
    Its greenish flush that seems to radiate
    Is what you could call,
    Nature’s “glow-in-the-dark”.
    Aided by man’s handiwork,
    The form that results is unorthodox.
    Body cylindrical with pointed tip
    Appeals more to me than the x-sided tower.

    A sense of awe and mystery it brings,
    A translucent green from an encasement of “frost”.
    Who knows what history that this rock contains?
    Except that it is now part of my life.
    Grateful I am to encounter and have,
    This fluorite tower,
    Luminescing Joy, a delight to hold –

    *Images Source: My Own










  • Dear Givers

    Dear Givers

    It is to you I write and to nobody else.

    Generous. Thoughtful. Sincere and Cheerful –
    Those traits you have
    In common across.

    You give, you give
    In season and out –
    Birthdays, Christmas, Festivities –
    But the ordinary day?…
    Now, that’s a surprise
    – with pleasantness, of course!

    I won’t pretend that I cherish you,
    Your gifts and all,
    A hundred percent.
    For truth be told:
    My attitude falls short
    Of Your steadfast acts.

    It is easy, you see,
    To overlook
    The familiar and constant,
    Where contempt is bred.

    Yet in moments of silence
    I muse and I see,
    That it’s no small matter,
    To receive and receive.

    For what have I got
    To warrant such grace?
    Flaws? Quirks? I have in galore –
    You know, you know –
    And still give away.

    What more can I be then
    But thankful I am:
    So thank you and thank you
    For warming my heart –
    And if that’s not all,
    – you enrich my world!

    Yes, through your gifts
    – as I would otherwise not have –
    I see, touch, smell,
    Hear and taste
    Anew and afresh
    Of the world’s good things.

    Blessed is receiving
    But more blessed to give?
    What was the Rabbi thinking
    When he said it like that?

    To give is to die,
    A sacrifice of sorts.
    But if dying is not living,
    Then how can you be
    Happy in pro-choice,
    ‘Dying’ away?

    Love perhaps –
    As sacrifice no doubt –
    Might provide the clue
    To the answer we seek –

    Or still perhaps,
    O Givers across –
    Teachers, Lovers, Family and Friends –
    That you can tell us:

    What gains you get when giving abounds?

    *Image Source: My Own