Feel the power that’s deep within; beneath the noise
and below the din. In lilac waters we bathe our skin;
near end of fear our hopes begin. Yet be in show or
truth a saint; our eyes reflect the life we paint.
An image of soul we strive to draw; that’s free from
sin and void of flaw. May blessings rich be our due;
with oaten pipes sweet and new. Our trials such they
keep us strong; secure our steps from err and wrong.
In tempestuous seas and scabrous wind;
Our waves of grit approached the brim.
Photo credits: www.indianartideas.in
Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United