Call of the Color

Beauty all around I see,
enchanting elements fill the earth
and I’m but a tiny tod
toiling all night and day
to make the world a better place –
with sprinkling of life and color
all along my path –
maybe one day the Cindrellas
may find the way to the Creator,
the source of all goodness.

If my little song of praise
to the wonderful Creator,
who’s painted me with
a million hues and shades,
is sweet enough for Him,
what more would I need
than to live in His presence,
and surrender my life to Him!

Our lives are too short to grumble,
even before I find my way
the road is half done,
and I can see the horizon
beckoning me each moment.
I can’t say, but wait a moment
or like Doctor Faustus cry aloud
for yet another month, one more week,
one more day, or one more hour…

Everything on this beautiful world
is at my disposal now,
to praise the Eternal Lord,
for this undeserved gift of life –
the flowers, the trees, the wind,
the grass and the fruits…
Even as I behold each blossom,
in my tender hands each day,
I know what I really want!

Those lovely blossoms out there,
with a wicked design
buried deep in their bones,
I sense it from afar
and keep them at arm’s length,
lest they lead me to doom!

As much as every one helps me
to reach the Lord of my heart,
to praise and reverence Him,
I make use of them.

Then, what’s my little life,
but an offering of selfless love
to the one who made me
in his image and likeness –
If my short life can speak volumes,
of his bounty and mercy,
why need I a long life?
If my dumb mouth can
raise a melody from deep within,
why need I a cucoo’s voice?

Let me then be your hand,
to reach the unreached,
your lips to speak for the voiceless,
your eyes to show path to the blind,
your legs to traverse the untrodden path,
your heart to embrace the unloved!