Mobile that never rang, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Mobile that never rang

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob

I hold my mobile in my hand,

Thinking that it would ring,

Morning till evening, every evening,

Yet it never rang.

They were all so busy,

I had turned to be an island,

Alone, deserted, dejected,

No one to understand.

Weight of loneliness

Have you ever borne?

It’s heavier than sand,

If only you could understand.

If you knew what’s an island,

If you knew loneliness,

If only you could understand,

The depth of the depth.

Note: This poem drives its inspiration from my sister Janet Jacob whose feelings I have lent words. The mobile never rang, now that she is no more, she has no need of such cares.

Now continents wish to meet the island and alas it cannot be.

The Physician , a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

The Physician

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob

Who can heal the wounds? But you,

Who can change Saul? But you,

Lord thy sheep is in the midst of thorn,

Lord she mourns, Lord she mourns.

He carries us in the midst of our troubles,

The footprints are not thine,

When you are in midst of trouble,

I carry you in arms of mine.

Yet I am in the midst of sorrow,

My loneliness is heavier than all sands,

Oh, my child, I tell you,

You are in my nail-pierced hand.

Why then have I sorrow,

Why then have I pain,

Why then have I distress,

Why then I am pale

Look at the cross, my daughter,

Look at the cross, my son,

See I have opened the heavens for thee,

Yet my children are undone.

Who crushed your soul?

Who has hardened your heart?

Look at the cross be whole

And sorrows shall flee.

I have shut the door of Hades,

I have crushed the power of hell

Are your sorrows mightier than I?

Can they even me excel?

Ye are the branch,

I am the vine,

No branch can be fruitful,

When severed from thine

Draw from me, my daughter,

Draw from me, my son,

Why lay in shatters,

Why are thee undone?

I am knocking at the door, my daughter,

I am knocking at the door, my son,

Open up the door that I may come,

Open up the door that I may come.

NOTE:-

I wrote this poem for my sister Janet Jacob.

She wrestled with loneliness many a time.

I hope it touches your hearts.