Happy are the days when the Lord shower graces
At dawn or early morn till midnight with laces---
But sometimes, with clasped hands I waited days,
May come anytime; hope never fades in but oases!
Happy are the days at the presence of Most High,
Seems knocking on my door just like in Revelation
I hurried to open to see my Beloved; so awesome!
Glory I could not behold, almost blinding so bright.
Happy also the days when I watch you from afar
So near yet so far; beyond my dreams and quest,
Along the seas of heights and mounts O' peaks--
Beneath the willows of byways and just mirage!
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