fr stan swamy

 Poem By Reginold Jacob

Open the eyes of thy servant, 
There are more with us than them, 
A host of heavenly angels surrounds us, 
Much more than they can count. 

He is in perfect control, 
He is the master of our souls, 
Life or death has no meaning, 
He is in perfect control. 

Death is not the end of life,
Christ is the resurrection and the life,
Fear, not those who can kill the body, 
Fear Him who can even kill the soul. 

Death is the gateway to heaven, 
Death should not be mourned, 
Precious is the death of his servant, 
No, his death shouldn't be mourned.

Servant of God is back in His arms, 
Why do you mourn mere man, 
Christ is the solace of the wounded, 
Fear, not mortal men. 

Note this poem is a tribute dedicated to Fr Stan Swamy.

I see the chair is vacant

I see the chair is vacant, and

I miss the million-dollar smile,

I hold my feelings to myself,

I know it's a part & parcel of life.

You will live as an inspiration,

Be it know or then,

You are in saviors care,

It's a better place, Amen.

Note:- Dedicated to Mrs. Cynthia Manhonoran.

Nishu Mathur Hi Reginold, so sad to hear of this. I was taught history by Mrs. Manoharan and she was our principal. May she be at peace. I remember how enthusiastic and vibrant she used to be

Reginold Jacob, She was an angel of God, now back in His care.

Westly Shaw, I am so sorry to hear this. a good teacher nowadays is hard to find. Here, it's been all computer or home school!

CYNTHIA MANOHARAN, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

CYNTHIA MANOHARAN

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Christ has a master plan,

He executeth it every time,

I am thankful he chose you,

To do his will sublime.

You are His chosen vessel,

Chosen honored and acclaimed,

Looking at thy accomplishments

I am just praise and praise.,

Now that ye shoulder a higher task,

I pray that his grace may abound,

As in past and always,

May your efforts be crowned.

Thanking God that I met you,

Though for a very short span,

Your concern spoke boldly,

Even, now as then.

How could it ever,

Escape mine eyes,

You are goodness of gold,

That is perfectly refined.

I am honored,

He gave me an opportunity to learn,

What it means to be a person?

Who for all is concerned?

Almighty I praise you,

You are worthy every time,

Giving grace to the simple,

Who on thee recline.

My heart throbs to state,

You are a model, who inspires,

A role model to follow,

For all, who success desire.

As Christ had spoken,

So have I found?

He who humbles himself,

Shall be with honour crowned

Never have I found

Someone as humble as you are,

Humility itself

Hath got great power

Oh what Herculean task

If only I could explain

Thy multifaceted personality,

In words simple and plain.

How can I pen,

My vocabulary fails,

You are a personality,

Too great to appreciate.

And may it be known,

Every word as I pen,

Emanates from my hearts' core,

Every now and then.

Respectfully I pen each line,

Praying each and every time,

May His grace continues,

As higher and higher ye climb.

Almighty I pray the

Let thy good work continue

As you thy peoples,

Strength doth renew.

Now and forever

Be her guide

For she doth us

In love doth bind

note- The first alphabet of every stanza has our mams name.

Janet Jacob requime, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Janet Jacob requiem

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob

Go depart rest in peace

Heavens await thee now

Allow thy self to leave this cage

He will hold thy hands.

You will walk in his presence,

Father who gave his son will hold you as his child

No pain shall ever touch you

He shall all thy needs, provide

You shall never feel lonely

He will be by your side

What peace it is

When he is beside

You’ll need no council to defend thee

He shall be thy guide

What the world can’t even afford

Heavens have plenty and more

There is love eternal that never ends

No doubt shall touch thee in that land

He will hold thy hand

In his presence, my love shall stand

This poem was written for my sister during the time when I used to be by her side in the hospital.

The last three stanzas were written later after she went to meet her lord.

wishing her all peace and joy may god bless her.amen

Reginald Ajay Jacob

Oliver Paul Jacob, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Oliver Paul Jacob 

Oliver Paul Jacob my father

You have been my pride,

I missed you a million times,

Wished you were by my side.

You will remain my inspiration,

For ages to come,

You will be my pleasant memory,

For all ages to come.

You were so talented, acclaimed beyond compare,

Your memories remain to me so dear

Gone parted forever

Yet memory faileth never.

Yours forever, yours forever.

MOTHER TERESA, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob

MOTHER TERESA

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob

Please don’t throw filth at the sun,

It will fall back on you,

The women in a white sari

With a blue border.

Worked for her Lord,

Yet she worked for all,

Who can touch the leper?

Who can take out worms?

Such people are blessings,

Right from the Lord,

If a temple could give her a place to work,

Who are you to call her words?

If they called her master, Beelzebub,

What if they call her words?

A servant cannot be greater than the master,

So let them call her words.

Fanatics do not divide us,

We have lived in our country with love,

For the sake of your seats,

Please do not divide our love.

My country, my homeland,

Is a land of peace?

Don’t divide it into parts,

Don’t turn it in pieces alas,

Please don’t rent it apart,

Please don’t rent it apart,

To you, it would be politics,

To me, it is my heart.

Note: The poem is a reaction to a hand full of people who want to divide our country on communal lines, for political gains

Habiba Qureshi, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Habiba Qureshi

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

How can it be,

A student of mine,

Bid farewell to the world,

I consider this fact many a time,

Bold, beautiful and bright,

Almighty God had His own plan's.

Question not oh soul of mine,

You know little, so do I,

Rest in His will sublime

Every plan of his is acceptable,

So hold your peace my life,

How and why has no value now

I leave all queries to Divine.

I wrote this poem for Habiba Quershi a student of mine. On the eighth day of September 2015. I remember Habiba as the main cast of my Christmas play she played the part of Elizabeth.

Wishing peace to all the near and dear ones. Amen

Gauri lankesh Martyred for the nation , a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Gauri lankesh 

Martyred for the nation

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Gauri a journalist was killed, and

I tell you, perpetrators,

Won't ever be found,

Being a bold journalist,

You for your works were crowned.

Timid die day after day,

Bold die just for once,

The death that comes for being bold,

Is really a matter of pride,

Let the weak just hide.

You are an unsung hero of Nation,

You are our nation's pride,

A death that comes for freedom,

Is not too great a price,

You are a hero that l find.

Cowards fire at the back,

Stab you, or order death,

Yet you go in history with pride,

Those who killed you just hide,

Cowards do always hide.

Hat's off to you strong lady,

Stronger than coward men,

Who killed you in cold blood,

Jacob salutes you just now

Bold can never bow

RIP, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

RIP

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Rest in peace departed soul,

Rest in peace,

The dust has returned to dust,

Breath to one who had breathed.

Father bacons His child,

Welcome home,

Let us not feel the pain,

For it is our eternal home.

Who can escape mortality?

The body has to die,

He has a hidden future,

That we may live before we die.

Reginold Ajay Jacob© August 2018

Hold the hands of the clock ( Janet Jacob ), a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Hold the hands of the clock ( Janet Jacob )

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Hold the hands of the clock,

Let it click no more,

Or else add years to her life,

Two or three months are too short a life.

Every day a page is stuck off,

This notebook has ninety pages,

Who knows if all those pages will be stuck off?

Or others are added in grace.

Well remember you,

When you are no more,

In pain, I write these lines,

In lord, this pain I confine.

You stood as an inspiration,

Even now, you are the same,

Where would I look for directions?

When death doth rob my dame?

Die not as millions die,

Die as majestic king,

Let not fear ever touch thee,

Die with grace fly with wings.

[This poem was written when the doctors had told about the magnitude of the disease & expected her to live just three months. The last paragraph was added when I saw all hope's for survival were over.]

REGINALD AJAY JACOB