Friday, December 23, 2016
Christmas Song December 25th 2016.
No one’s heart is made up of stone.
Even if love is not straightly shown.
Where leading love gets fully blown,
The heart beats as a buoyant zone.
The heart of the Lord is the lofty
spot,
To weigh and waive, what is and not;
The melting candles melt the mad lot,
To let goodness glow as a glazing
craft.
Serene Psalms pass through the veins
As good blood harboring healthy
gains.
The heart beats as hymns halting
stains,
Pumping bad blood out, without pains.
The Christmas cornerstone is the womb,
From where love beats beyond the tomb.
P. Chandrasekaran.
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