Thirty pieces of silver a poem by R.A. Jacob

How wise is mankind 

Values stones silver and gold 

Men and women and children 

In its exchange are sold 

Things of value matter, 

Are the things that are rare,

 Thirty pieces of silver

You see the world doesn't care. 

They can sell everything, 

They can even sell God 

Trade is the anthem of life, 

Rest of the things can simply slog. 

Will the veil be lifted up, 

Will man ever understand, 

Will the fruit of Eden ever fail 

I fail to understand. 

Note : The phrase "thirty pieces of silver" is a proverb that refers to someone who betrays a person or cause in exchange for money, power, or personal gain. In the Bible, the phrase refers to the price Judas Iscariot received for betraying Jesus, as described in the Gospel of Matthew 26:15. The phrase is also used to refer to money paid for a treacherous act, which is sometimes called "blood money".

Sometimes words fall short a poem by R.A. Jacob

Sometimes words fall short,

Sometimes words just fail,

When words lose their potency,

I turned to the one who never fails.

Words have  power indeed,

I wish to express it in one go,

Word will then accuse me,  

Every word has the power you know.

I can't, pour out my heart,

I can't, trust even a page,

I can't give a vent,

I Can't, I can't, even if it is a page.

Do not carry the burden of eternity,

Your shoulders will fail I am sure,

Weep in front of My Saviour,

He understands our heart’s core.

Weep, weep and weep again,

Weep, weep and weep out loud,

He will hear your whisper, 

He will hear you even if you are loud. 

I will keep you in a veil of secrecy, 

No, they will never find out,

They will read, yet veil, 

Yet the veil shall forever abound. 

Come with me, my child, 

Come to the Father's house, 

Hold His hands of comfort,

I tell you He will not flout.

In the shade of the wood, 

The wood of that blessed cross, 

Millions have found relief, 

In the shade of the cross.

He closes a door, 

We feel the depth of pain,

Yet it was closed for our good,

Lest our future is stained.

Trust your father for sure,

Trust He Will not fail, 

He can lift up the valleys,

He can make mountains plain.

Wait oh bleeding soul waits,

Wait on the promises of the Lord,

Pour out thy supplications,

At the footstool of the lord. 

Your father is the maker of heaven and earth,

Your father is a mighty man,

Pour out your supplications,

I am sure He will stretch out his hand.

Do not carry the burden of eternity,

Just hold  his mighty hand,

Weep, weep and weep again,

I tell you He will hold your hand.

He can rewrite your future,

But you just have to leave it in his hands, 

Why should I force my will,

For I know he has a better plan.

No advice to give, 

Yet  a request to make,

When burdens are  too heavy, 

Just leave it at his stake.

Note:-In this poem you will find that the poet discounts the value of words. 

In the second stanza, you will find the poet speaks exactly the opposite of what he expresses in the first stanza. 

The poet is not able to express his thoughts to a page hence is trying to cover everything in a veil, later you will find the poet turns to God and asks his loved one to also turn to the Lord, for the poet knows only God can really help.

Let Saul convert to Paul, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Let Saul convert to Paul

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India



On the road to Damascus,

Saul encountered Christ,

Looking at His glory

Saul turned out to be blind.



Today also the condition is the same,

Most of us have turned out to be blind,

Blind to the glory of Jesus,

Blind to the goodness of Christ.



In veil is the goodness of God,

Men have turned out to be blind,

Thinking our hands have done it,

Veil has turned us blind.



May the scales of ignorance fall,

May we all receive our eyesight,

Acknowledged that He is creator, or

Till when shall the blind lead the blind.

Brutus, You can't be forgiven

Poem By Reginold Jacob

Brutus, You can't be forgiven, 

Brutus, You are a bunch of lies, 

Brutus, You will continue to hide, 

In your sins so wide. 

You will have to live in secrecy, 

You will continue to live in the veil, 

Your name is itself a cover, 

You will always remain in the veil. 

Why did you stab me, 

Tell me where did I fail, 

No, you will continue to hide, 

In the deep dark vail. 

Every Caesars will find his Brutus, 

Every Brutus will hide in a veil, 

Every veil will one-day parish, 

Leading to eternal pain. 

Matthew Bill "He who would find a friend without faults will be without friend’s" (unknown.) I guess this is where the term getting stabbed in the back came from? All the senators each took a turn to stab Caesar in his back. His last dying words were “Even you Brutus” this hits close to home because we have the same story playing out in DC. In Brutus' defense, Caesar was running Rome into the ground when one forgets history one’s doomed to repeat it. A good poem that jars some deep thoughts. Thanks for sharing

I think Churchill was right

a poem by R.A. Jacob

I think Churchill was right,
It only took some time,
Yet it has started happening,
Right in front of our eyes.


If you know not what Churchill said,
Then let that Veil remain,
Right in front of your eyes,
Some eyes should always be blind.

I open not the eye's of the ignorant,
Let the blind just remain blind,
Why should you wake up sleepy,
Why give eyes to the blind.

Reginald Jacob

Note-“Power will go to the hands of rascals, rogues, freebooters; all Indian leaders will be of low cal­i­bre & men of straw. They will have sweet tongues and silly hearts. They will fight amongst them­selves for power and India will be lost in political squabbles. A day would come when even air and water would be taxed in India.”Churchill