Is it true that human beings freely do All the many deeds that they seem to, That freewill’s ability from You they got, Being capable of...

The one way I know in order to remain sane Is to repeat Your Name over and over again. Any of Your numerous Names will here do, The point...

There’s nothing at all that I really want to do. I hand over the task of all doing fully to You. Oh but perhaps this is just another...

You made me go through Hell, but why, You didn’t tell, Now, however, You’re making me learn the reason well. You do things Your way, Your...

It’s best to be silent, and to talk only when One truly, really needs to—yes, only then. Much joy is there in wordless silence to be. Try...

It’s now that I clearly understood That You’re doing this for my good, For, You see things that I can’t see, And You know what’s best for...

When I was little, at home I was taught Some things about You (though not a lot). From Mummy I learnt some lines to say Addressed to You,...

Early morning I hear the alarm clock ring, Into a brand new day me You then bring. The first thing after that I generally do Is to take...

With the end of my earthly stay, From here I will be taken away. And if what they say is true, I’ll have to appear before You, To receive...

By Niggy Binkles   Ferry and Fanny were two large goldfish who lived in an open-air aquarium located on the ground floor of a big...

Of course, the two of us never met, That wasn't destined to be, but yet You I every now and then got to see, Spotting you on the Net...

This life You’ve given us here, You know it best: Is it an examination, some greatly onerous test, Or an enormous illusion that doesn’t...

Life’s very short, and soon it will be The end of the sojourn here for me. This being the case, I think, therefore, That the time that...

Tell me, Dear, how on Earth I happen to be. Did I come on my own or did You make me? Am I here because I willingly chose to, Or was this...

Strange it might appear but it seems to be so: Love they know not, it’s only hate they know. Oh how they hate, and with what fiery zest,...

Oh the many things they say about You, Each claiming that they alone are true, Oh what a deafening furore they make (And all this...

I know little of these matters but perhaps it's so That Your universe infinite continues to grow, With each micro-moment it swiftly...

This afternoon, after lunch, as on my bed I lay, I looked through the window, watching You play. I saw You high above, as a bit of...

This game of Yours that You love to play, I wish You’d play it some other way, Or that You’d tire of playing the same, And play instead...

Your dear Earth groans; it shrieks with fear. It’s getting worse with each passing year. It’s drowning, You know, in searing pain, With...