Faith, Hope and Love

In the dreary desert
Dry, lifeless and real,
In the center of limitless
Dunes of dry sand,
There was a small oasis,
In which there were 3 large shady trees,
They were –
Faith, Hope and Love!

Faith was a huge green tree,
With millions leaves,
Giving a shady solace,
To anyone coming by.

Hope was a tree of crystal.
Her leaves were but a million solitaires!
Each hanging in its own shiny charm!
Amidst darkest of the nights,
The solitaires would sparkle,
Giving light to even the blind!

And then was this tree –
The most special one!
Lovely red were her leaves,
Shiny and luscious red!
The branches and the bark
All made of pure gold!
Decorated were the red and soft leaves,
With delicious yellow fruits,
Ripe to the core,
Intoxicating by mere sight,
Filled with nectar of immortality!

In this dry desert of reality,
These three trees always were there,
Standing with the same beauty and glory,
Young and bright!

Thought most mortals
They were just another mirage,
Among the many in the desert!
None took any notice,
None gave any chance
To Faith, Hope and the Love!

Michel Simoni walking down the desert,
That scorching noon,
Was tired!
He was in a pilgrimage,
Across the desert,
To the far off land of Andrea!

He was tired, hungry and thirsty.
Sitting down, by one of the sand dunes,
Simoni saw the magical trees,
Far away as a pleasant apparition!

He thought it was just a mirage.
But then decided to believe it for real,
Started Simoni walking towards
Faith, Hope and Love!

He reached the trees,
After hours of walk,
Under the scorching Sun,
On the dry land!

Spellbould was he
To see the grandeur,
The majesty and perfection!
Three trees in all their glory and youth,
Stood there welcoming SImoni!
 They were real, they were true!!

Simoni went to Faith,
As an obvious option,
To take a respite from the scorching sun of reality,
To the cool shady breeze of the green leaves of Faith!

Simoni sat under the tree.
With heartfelt gratitude
Relaxed he under the shade!
His thirst quenched,
Tiredness disappeared,
Ecstatic was he,
Sitting on the lap of Faith!
Faith caressed the sweaty forehead of Simoni!
Pampered by the affection,
Simoni asked the magic tree –
Who are you?
“I am Faith”, the tree continued,
“The am a sent by God,
To make you mortals get a feel,
What presence of divinity is like.
I am a dimension of your existence,
Beyond your rational mind.
I am what your eyes cannot see,
You mind cannot reason,
But your heart can touch.
I am your only remaining connection,
With the Infinite!
You often dismiss me as just a mirage,
But I am the source of everything
That you are awed with, and ever will be!”

Enchanted with Faith,
Simoni looked towards the inviting Hope!
Still he was lying down
With a feeling of profound peace,
With Faith!
Hope with her soft voice,
Greeted Simoni,
And introduced herself –
“I am Hope. I am that silver lining,
That urges you mortals to take that extra step,
Which differentiates you from rest of creation!
I keep the lamp lighted,
Spreading light of victory and workability,
In the darkness of failures and falls!”

Seeing the conversation in full swing,
Love could not stop, but join in!
“I am Love, Simoni!! Nice to see you here!”,
The tender tinkling seducing voice,
Glided softly directly into the heart of Simoni!
Love continued –
“I am Love. I am what binds all life forms together!
I am the choice you mortals have at your disposal,
At any time, to come to!
To have a taste what it feels to be God!
And how it appears to be in heaven!!
Some shun me in the provoked by the ruthless reality.
But they forget the reality is what you create!
I am Love. I am the essence of life!”

No more was Simoni hungry,
Nor he was thirsty!
All his tiredness evaporated.
Rejuvenated by life giving nectar,
Of the aura of the magic trees,
Simoni was in trance!

It was already dusk by now.
Like a whole life spent in a few seconds,
Simoni had never experienced this peace before,
Not even when he was lost in his sculptures!

Intoxicated with the bliss,
Peace and tranquility like never   before,
Simoni  slept on the lap of Faith,
Guarded in the affectionate warmth,
By Hope and Love!
Eyes closed,
With a smile on his face,
And Halo on his head,
Simoni was sanctified by the grace,
Of Faith, Hope and Love!

More poems on Michel Simoni - 
http://criativ-mind.blogspot.com/search/label/SIMONI%20SERIES
______________________________________________
Copy Right © All rights reserved - Samrat Kar