In the Vine - Poem

This poem was written after I learned that talking to Jesus throughout the day blessed me beyond my understanding and poured in strength, both spiritual, emotional, and energy, which naturally was not my own!  Abiding in the vine is the richest, blessed most wonderful way to live!

In the Vine

Seasons change, winters pass

And spring knocks

On our door

Or a storm
With a mighty roar

Sometimes through a bad spell

Our soul shrivels and shrinks
As we lose our golden link

Yet some of us stronger souls
In the darkness shine
As we abide in the Vine

And during that swirling season

We don't live on our wits, intellect or reason
And then we experience joy in that season!

In that moment in time

In communion with God
New doors swing open

His wondrous Voice has spoken

Our spirits rise to the sublime

We sit at His table to dine

His presence transfigures us
Miracles happen in our lives!

When we abide in the Vine

© Rita Farhat Kurian

Under His Wings - Poem

Under His Wings

When we call unto God each day

Deep peace overflows us on our way

Jesus walks our pathway

Fighting off  vile spirits keeping them a-bay 

He delivers us from all harm

Clothing us in His supernatural calm

Shielded in Heavenly armor, watched over

Powerful angels guard us as they hover

We are insulated from evil under His Wings

Delivered from demonic ropes and strings

While fiendish arrows fly in the midnight sky

We are swaddled from sudden death's cry

Under His wings blanketed, cocooned and safe

Under His wings, we transition to a delightful place!

Psalm 91:4:  He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings

you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

 ©  Rita Farhat Kurian

The Moral of the Snake - Poem

The Moral of the Snake

One day, Jaya saw a green snake

Glistening on the grass half awake

She exclaimed "Pretty" let me take you home!"

She took the snake in as Jaya often felt alone

Her friends did warn her not to take in a snake

Saying, "A snake is a snake, it know only to take

Jaya never listened, just happy someone was with her

Soon in time, the snake took over

The palace doors were locked and Jaya's music died

She sat alone with no real friends and often cried

The snake snuffed out the very meaning of life

Now, Jaya tried to throw the snake out

But the snake entwined into her soul like a knife

She could not throw her out, no matter what she did

The snake stuck on, and Jaya lost her grit

After many  years, Jaya became very ill

And the snake never let anyone in

One night, when Jaya was very weak

The snake gave her a venomous bite
 Jaya died without a fight

People know Jaya's life went for a bad swing

When Jaya first let the snake in

The snake kept all the people a-bay

Most of her close friends were thrown away

In death ,a deeper mystery shrouds Jaya today

People realize everything went wrong

When that snake came to stay

If you know it's a snake, never let it in

Or it will stick close to you, skin to skin

And soon keep you in a caged prison

Because if evil  lives in your home too long

In time, it will become a tradition!
By then, it's too late to quell its derision
In time, life fades away as in a vision.

Old Proverb:  A cow drinks water and it turns to milk

A snake drinks water

And it turns to poison 

© Rita Farhat Kurian

The Second Eden - Poem - A poem based on an incident..

This poem is based on a particular incident.  Evil on a person is not caused by the victim, but rather due to unfortunate circumstances and the evil in the perpetrator.  This poem is not to blame women for their clothing because in most cases, it is not even the clothes but the evil is already in a heart.  We will only get that safety in the second Eden.  Yet, as we pray, we still experience a great part of that Eden on earth today, our prayers do make a big difference.

The Second Eden
Rani lived in a palace with iron walls

She drove around with entourage

Who beckoned to her tiny call

She wore skimpy clothes with a war cry

Saying women should be proud of their bodies

Dress as they wished without any fear

Because their conscience was clean and clear

Maya challenged by this war cry

Marched out of home barely clad to do or die

And hungry prowlers stalked her on steaming hot streets

Suddenly, Lo! Some wicked men took her for meat

Maya came home that night a victim of rape

Thrown to the winds of a cruel fate

Broken, tattered, torn, in spirit destroyed

Rani shielded with big brawny bouncers

Went on shrieking her message of freedom

Encouraging women to fight for liberation

Women stomped streets

 making loud noisy declarations

None came to Maya, to wash her wounds

None came to mend her tattered ruins

In the Garden of Eden, Eve walked without clothes

Because she was in God's Shekinah glory enrobed

Purity reigned on earth, no lust sneaked on any road

Until the moment of the original fall

When demons dived in hearts, and lust grew tall

Until the Second Eden, there will be lust, rape and crime

There will be murky murders, slime and grime

We can lessen evil with our prayers
But we can't wipe it out

No matter how much we scream and shout

We can't change the world
But we can pray, things will be better

With prayers, we can loosen out a lot of evil chain fetters

Only the Second Eden
Will wash away the spiritual drought

When devil, demons and sin is thrown out

So right now, we got to be wise and take a safer route

Our problems won't walk away if we scream and shout

Rather pray and pray
And God will make a golden highway

Walk in Him
And our rights, needs, desires will be established in this Way

And we should await for the Second Eden
which is here to stay!
Life in the Second Eden will be golden and glorious
Beautiful, pure, exhilarating, thrilling and victorious!

©Rita Farhat Kurian

He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever." Revelation 21:4

A New Beginning - Poem

A New Beginning

I walk on a new road today

The pain, the sting of yesterday is ashes forever

I will never put new wine in old skins again

The effect will ruin the present; to cause more pain

That boxes of ashes I throw it the winds

Where it will be scattered in the wilderness

Never to haunt me again…

Today, the work the Lord is doing is a brand new one

I will not wrestle but be still as it is being done

Fighting against the ocean waves is certainly no fun!

When Lot’s wife looked back, she turned to salt

Just that one glance back was The Big Default

In silence and in wonder I witness your new work

The shadows of the past will then wither and shrink!

The glory of His new work overshadows the past

The memories of pain slowly fade away at last

The Lord does a wonderful new work in my life today

This awesome work will spring forth new beginnings

Great wonders will occur

And my life will be glowing and shining
From deep within...

Isaiah 43:19 Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.

© Rita Farhat Kurian

An Ode to President Donald Trump

Many Did Not Understand

They lived in a land
With no borders

And at times
Things got out of order

He tried to build their walls

As each country has

Borders towering tall

But they hooted at him

With angry calls

Ignorant they were

Close to a fall

They did not like him

Because their spiritual 

Insight was dim

He understood history

So he tried to keep out
The raging kind of refugee

Because he knew
Where it would lead

Someday, citizens may bleed

As each day is getting

More dark and sinister 

So immigration laws

Are being made tighter

Many called him a man
Without a heart

Some did not think
He was too smart

They rebelled
Hoping he would depart

But he loved his people

And wanted their best

He fought on, labored

And hardly did rest

He made deals
To create new jobs

For the masses
And the angry mobs

Working to make them wealthy

With fresh schemes
To keep them healthy

Main media fabricated

Misrepresented him

They just did not want him to win

They created panic in the land

So things would get out of hand

They painted him

As a mythic monster

To incite violent mobsters

They did not understand 

His big heart of gold

Encased in a rough diamond 

And a spirit bold

Many did not know 

He is God's

Very own chosen man

Who would help the country stand

Protect them from the enemies

Of foreign lands

May they wake up

To know this truth soon

Before the country lies in ruins

Wake up! Wake Up!

Then you will rise again

On eagles wings

Your land in unity will sing

When God heals 

Your wounds and pain

Pouring love and revival

From cities, mountains

Valleys, rivers to plains!

© Rita Farhat Kurian

Mama Do You Hear Me? - Poem

Mama do you hear me?

Mama do you hear me?

They called me a little egg
No arms, face or legs

A little heart beating 24/7

A little soul, happy in oblivion

I loved my Mama's voice

I would hear her

And my heart would leap with joy

I felt comforted within her warm walls
Felt safe secure as I never would fall

Then one sad cold day
To my dismay

I heard an evil stranger's voice
He spoke about making a right choice...

Something did not feel right

Then suddenly, something

Hard and sharp ripped me like a knife

I cried Mama, "Help me, set me free!"

My Mama did not seem to hear me

That monster attacked me with sadistic glee

I felt so helpless, Mama seemed far away
My world turned dark and gray
And then I faded away

Moments later

A beautiful angel came and carried me up

Up beyond and I was taken to My Creator

I got to learn the horrific truth
And my soul in sorrow did droop

For I learned my Mama wanted me to die

I heard this and started to cry 

My loving Creator let me weep
And said, "I know your pain is deep
But in Heaven, rewards you will reap

Then He washed away my tears

And healed my pain and fears
He gave me a new body
And soon I was strong and sturdy

In time, I could forgive my Mama

Because you see

Right now, she still does not understand

She does not know

May she wake up
And in understanding grow

Before to eternity she goes..

I still ask her now
Mama, do you hear me?

If you do

Help others to go free...
May they never
End up like me...
Because everyone deserves
A chance to be...


© Rita Farhat Kurian

You Are Never Alone - Poem

You Are Never Alone!

Did Peter feel the worst failure when the Lord he disowned?

Did Stephen feel the Lord left him when he was stoned?

When John on the Island of Patmos was alone

Did he think Jeremiah 33:3 was a distant phone?

These saints did seem to suffer great pain

But in the presence of the Lord

They stood to gain

His wonderful presence did blot out the pain

Peter was restored to a deeper love for the Lord

Stephen’s face shone with His glory when he died

John lived on and wrote the greatest books

Each one had a greater love for Him

If He was not there, this love would be dim

Today the Lord walks among the candlesticks

Trimming our lamps and cleaning our wicks

He will never leave us nor forsake us
Remember, you are never alone!

Jeremiah 33:3 is our closest phone! 

© Rita

The Song in the Night - Poem

The Song in the Night 

One dark gloomy season

I trudged up a steep hill

With a burden on my back

Dark clouds hung around me

And lightening did crack

A distant thunder growled in the black sky

I started to panic and in fear I did cry

Then a voice pierced my heart

Saying, “You have to do something on your part

Look up and smile, and sing a new song

Keep singing to Me

And your soul will grow strong !”

How difficult it is to sing in such thick heavy gloom

With pain and great struggle

I sang in deep doom

And the darkness did eerily loom

Then slowly I looked up and sang new songs

But still I muttered and murmured,

“Lord ! How long, how long?”

Then slowly as time ticked its way

I saw from the sky, a Heavenly Golden Ray

The gloom slowly began to fade away

Like a dream in the night

In joy, I saw I was encased in Heavenly Light

And my song lifted to the Heavens

In power and might !!!

My darkness turned to light

I found joy and victory

In my darkest night!

Habakkuk 1:2:  How long, O LORD, must I call for help?

Psalm 32: 7:  You are my hiding place;You will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance

© Rita Farhat Kurian

Happy New Year 2017

This Year is the Big Go

Remember!

2017 is the big Go!

Go with Divine flow!
You will experience
Astounding new things
With sparkling glow

Step out on the waters

With eyes of faith

 Go, accomplish, do not hesitate! 

Walk through each day 
 Breathing prayer

And hang in there

And  experience the riches

God has to share...

Jeremiah 29:11:  For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

© Rita Farhat Kurian

Mother - Poem

An ode to all mothers whose labor of love is often unnoticed!

Dear Mother

A miracle was conceived to you in a moment of time

A child to you born, precious, a little star to shine!

A task, so grand and noble appointed just for you

To bring up a child with fresh wisdom anew

The burst of a golden dawn covered your heart

The joy of a mighty mission that would never depart

Though moments of fear may have crept deep inside

Would there be dark secrets you would have to hide?

Long weary nights you lovingly cared when your baby cried

Cleaning, cooking, washing, and soiled clothes dried

Training, teaching, and trusting God each day

Praying He would keep your child in a safe good way

There were happy years when your child brought smiles of joy

Wondrous family times with binding moments to enjoy

You laughed, you loved, you gave, and you cared

There were dreams so high you thought and dared

Years rolled ahead, some days may have been tough

The trembling fears were there, and the rocky roads rough

You learned to pray like a warrior of the kingdom of light

You learned to yield to God and never gave up the fight

As you learn to release your child to the Lord

In Him, you experience your sweetest reward

For in surrendering your child to His tender care

There was nothing to fear because He is always there!

Dear Mothers, We thank God for your lives

You never give up in the steamy storms or in strife

Your quest for your child has wondrous stories untold

Perhaps for many, only in Heaven will unfold

Your love goes beyond, trusts, perseveres, and never ends

Bearing, enduring, restoring, and always ready to mend

Kindness and calmness in you are abundantly stored

Your love, unconditional, reveals the heart of God!

Proverbs 31:28:  Her children arise up, and call her blessed, her husband also, and he praises her.

© Rita Farhat Kurian