A Sunday Morning Hymn

Sunday morning up with the songbirds

The eastern horizon smiling in rays

A day to join in hymns of God’s praise            

Take your whole being, take your life

Your joys and sorrows in your palms

Carry your offerings joining in psalms

Receive His blessings, receive His peace

Your doubts and questions in Him can rest

He is the truth and He knows the best                          

It’s a day, a gift of love from the Father

It’s a day He has in His mercy made

To be with Him and hear what He said

Xavier Bage

Sun, 21Feb 2016

7:00 AM

Wedding Wishes to a Foster Daughter

Wish you a Happy New Life on this day

A new foundation as you lay

May our Most Loving Father bless you,

And on your husband shine His ray

On both of you rest may His kind hand

As you embark on journey to a new land!

Happy New Life, daughter dear,

Wish you with my prayers most sincere

You are the same you yet not the same

May you receive blessings and cheer

As you walk this path together hence

Of new being and new experience!

This road has many bends

Naturally, high and low to be it tends

Smooth the road may seem sometimes

Next moment to jitters it sends

Trust in God who always cares

For all of us have our shares!

When your boat sails over waves

You may pass some unknown caves

Let nothing dismay you or disturb

Patience is a virtue that saves

May guidance and support in need

Come to you from friends in word and deed!

*Sampa Mali, a foster daughter of Familia Home, married Suman Das yesterday evening (Wed, 17 Feb 2016)

Xavier Bage

Thurs, 18 Feb 2016.

Come Out of the Valley of Death

What is that poker with holder

You’re carrying on your shoulder?

O dear boy, tell me, is it a toy?

If it’s a fun serving plaything

It surely has an ominous ring

It bellows angry fire like dragons

A terror of a noise does it employ!

O son, to some army do you belong

Who in caves and woods throng

Training to be in love with violence

To be an aspirant, human blood to spill

To be killed gladly and joyfully to kill

For justice and peace of their own kind

Have you truly grasped their sense?

                                                                                                                   

Those tender shoulders would be right

For carrying books with wisdom light

Those feet for sprinting in sports ground

The unlimited your curious eyes seek

Let your heart hear the words birds speak

Who’s caged your mind in narrowness?

Leave the well to feel the universe around!

O child, come out of the valley of death

You are precious, precious is your breath

Live your life to the optimum potential

You have just one gift, waste it not

On airy doubtful dreams, paste it not

Hold the hands of goodness and live

Heavens wish you happiness full and real!

Xavier Bage

Tues, 16 Feb 2016

Death Worship

Torn torsos, blood splattered

Glass shattered, lives scattered

It’s blasted worship of death.

Humankind’s twisted mind

Though seeing he’s blind

He expels poisoned breath

 Nations, countries, continents

All bloodied by evil intents

The Mother Earth cries in pain

In games her sons slay

 hold guns and bombs to play

In vain falls all her restrain.

It’s not God, not religions

Killers are unlawful denizens

With blatant brute force

It’s a hurtling downhill fall

None responds to the warning call

Destruction is only course.

Return O man, to simplicity

Return to values of humanity

To ponder stop a while

You live and let others live

In justice you take and give

On Mother’s face bring smile.

Xavier Bage

Sat, 13 Feb 2016.

The Heartless Dictator

You know and you can bet

The moon is a satellite

It never was, never can be a planet

I’ve read it in the geography books

Of my school days

And irrefutably right it looks

 in the meager astronomy

with which my lay mind plays

That it has mountains

rising to its airless sky

It has no snow or rains

Into its enormous lakes

No rivers rush and flow

The dead sphere never wakes

No trees and plants

on its plains ever grow

Its mother is the earth

It hasn’t left her apron string

Since its remote birth

Though it has grown to be

A potent aggressive bully

For all intelligence to see

It smiles and laughs without end

A beauty can be a beast truly!

Rightly do the astrologers inform

“The moon is your ruling planet.”

The tides of my life conform

Every new or full moon night

The rise and fall, the joys and pains  

To the depth and the height

From three hundred thousand

The heartless dictator reigns

The bard is a moonchild

Sensitive and born to care

Sharply intuitive, yet lovingly mild

Lifting hands and inspiring voice

Leading, guiding, godly sense

Happy to mourn and rejoice

O fair orbiter, rule if you wish

 The universe bows to the almighty Presence.

Xavier Bage

Thurs, 11Feb 2016.