In His Hands

Sauté and fry – Garlic and meat Cups and spoons – With coffee beans Pencil reads Book writes to mind Nature and humanity Say Hi and Goodbye Some are in order Like bowls with cover Some are not Like moss on plots Man couldn’t uphold balance At a few occasions He may attain great heights Booming on trade and arts She may submerge, hasty or slowly On nadir of despondency For time and life coursing round Sailing encompassing no sides Forbearance required On storms and dark clouds Commitment to work While plowing the land Don't lose hope And always be kind Have faith in HIM Rest is in HIS hands 10th of November,2009