A Morning Hymn of Praise

To the loving Father in heaven

All glory, honor and praise

To Him in filial prayer trusting

My heart and soul I raise

To the Son so obedient

Who for me a man became

Died in sufferings for me

Glory to his saving name!

To the Holy Spirit bountiful

All grace on us does shower

Intercedes for me unceasing

Source of wisdom and power.

Xavier Bage

Mon, Sept 26, 2016

He Writes Verse with Colours

Black and shrill

No one likes

Their presence

Pricks like spikes

Cawing crows

In morning light

Scrape and bruise

Mind’s delight

Desired in arms

Fair skinned maid

Of black and brown

Better less said

Yet a black night

Brings bright stars

While daylight

Them quickly bars

Black has a place

In God’s universe

With colors varied

The Poet writes verse.

Xavier Bage

Sun, Sept 18, 2016

Dawn

 

Dawn

Cool air

Sky light

Grey white.

Dew

Pearly grass

Possess it

In spirit.

Birds

Still trees

Hymns sing

Joys ring.

Worship

Praise Him

Join creation

In adoration.

Xavier Bage

Sat, Sept 17, 2016

The Water in a Saucer

A poem is a little water

An invisible angel pours

In my shallow saucer.

To the brim he can’t fill

For if I walk some steps

The poem I might spill.

If in distraction around

Doing this or that of day

The water falls aground.

The formless liquid sublime

I must quickly give shape

In a sentence or a rhyme!

Xavier Bage

Wed, September 07, 2016

Where are My Teachers? - A Tribute on the Teachers' Day

Where are my teachers?

I don't find them

when my visit

my school of yore.

Where are my professors

of the college I went?

They are not teaching

there anymore.

Someone tell me

where they are.

I find them living within me

and moving me to the fore!

Xavier Bage

Mon, 05 September, 2016