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Raindrops From Heaven. Saturday's Inspiration 14. A Soulful Dedication to Rodric Anthony Johnson


Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.


Ode to Mother Earth. A Free Verse Sonnet-Ode

Crystal dew, drops soothingly on your grandeur;

I see the elegant calligraphy on lotus petals,

Weaving an intimate garland in your Soul.

O Allah, you have adorned this sacred giver,

With the munificence of Thy bewildering boons,

Spun an effulgence of the sun’s opulence in her soul.

Humility incarnate, sweet Light … perennial Light!

The sun-god Surya has bedecked you,

With the breath of his redolent sacrifice, the

Indigo moon, kisses your cheeks with her radiant lustre.

Selflessly- giving; affection-flooded Mother, Love is

Dancing In the immaculate purity of your magnificence.

The Dao of nurture emerges,

Awakening Your enchantment, of nourishing flames.

Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 3rd November, 2018


Hope for the Harvest of Tomorrow's Dawn

I said. “O Sage, I’m lost in my darkness,

Filled with the tears of loneliness and fear.

I have affronted the silent beauty of life,

Now I’m covered with imprints of innumerable scars.”

“Be hopeful, my child. Dark nights are disguised candles,

Through which the light of mercy flows.

Some passions beat, like drums … become painful,

Yet others soar - like the Phoenix - to a translucent Light.”

“O Sage, my hope is diminished, my guilt real;

I’m steeped in a river of past shadows.

Strong is the current of my unworthiness;

Desperation claws through my bale of suffering.”

“Be patient, my child. Christ died and became immortal,

But this took him thirty-three years!

Shouldn’t we humans tarry a little longer?

Spring blossoms immaculately, when the winter’s gone.

There’s an ancient self-transcending Manuscript,

Whose Light somehow never wanes.

So too, night is the precursor of a new dawn,

So as to undeniably wake up dancing.

Hammer beats on the unshaped metal,

Only to give us a magnificent sword.

One day the sun will kiss your cheeks;

The moon will bow, to offer its raiment’s.”

“I see, O Beloved. Pain is inevitable with childbirth,

Until a most joyful miracle comes through.

A thorn is the messenger of wisdom;

Adversity’s scavenger-eagle, deep-cleans in the dark.”

“Yes, my child. Sometimes twilight brings nakedness,

But dawn heralds the melody of the lark.

So too, Love reins us in, in order to bloom

In fullness, the harvest of tomorrows morn.”

When the rain falls heavily, the earth is flooded with puddles,

As the all-nourishing sun peeps out, earth blossoms into new life.

The Lantern Carrier. 3rd November, 2018

~Awakening The Inner Light


Wisdom-poetry from the Master

“Hope, my pilot-star, hope
I have seen your face.
I have felt your heart.
In ignorance-night
I shall no more grope.

Hope, my pilot-star, hope
You are humanity’s peerless rope
For human souls to climb
God’s Transcendental Height.”- Sri Chinmoy

Never give up!

© 2018 manatita44


manatita44 (author) from london on November 11, 2018:

Thank you my dear brother. You express well but eloquence is not necessary. The Heart is infinitely more important and I feel your Heart.

Sorry about your tough day. He sometimes sends the thorns so that we can smell the roses.

Charity is good but 'selfless giving' are better words. We are both Sons of God so who is giving whom? Much Love Bro.

Rodric Anthony Johnson from Surprise, Arizona on November 10, 2018:

Manatita, those poems are beautiful. I do not have the artistic spirit to express my profound appreciation for the tribute that your gift to me in these words.

I confess:

Saturday, 11/10/2018, was a particularly trying day. In my morning devotion I pled for the strength to rise from my bed and do the little I can for my loved ones. God answered my prayer, but the dejected illness in my body persisted. Managing is all I could do, and I was able to get some work completed.

Discouragement held me bound until I started checking on Hubpages later in that day. Each time I get a comment on one of my hubs, it is like God sent an angel to tell me, "I see what you're doing. Keep it up!"

Getting a tribute brought tears to my eyes because I did not expect it and these poems are lovely and real. God truly does love me to inspire someone with your gift with words to offer such charity my way as this article.

It warmed my soul and put the perfect punctuation of humble love at the end of my long day. Blessings.

manatita44 (author) from london on November 05, 2018:


Look for your Hub. It's probably about six or so down. Thank you for your support and yes, rain is very soothing. I have a few Odes to rain. Peace.

Thank you, Marlene. Aren't they Guruji's? I have learnt from sitting at his feet. Much Love, my Sweet and so kind of you to mention Rodric.

Dana Tate from LOS ANGELES on November 05, 2018:

Oh, this is beautiful and the pictures are so fitting. Raindrops from Heaven- there is very little that can compare to the beauty of rain falling from the sky.

Marlene Bertrand from USA on November 05, 2018:

I have recently started reading and enjoying Rodric's work. He is one who never gives up. Your dedication to him is beautiful as related in your poems of hope.

manatita44 (author) from london on November 04, 2018:

Good afternoon, my Sweet.

So they set you free? Awesome! Thank you so much!

Li-Jen Hew on November 04, 2018:

Hey Manatita, glad to find someone who is able to appreciate dew drops haha. Elegant calligraphy on lotus petals; that's artistic. I can feel the sense of hopefulness throughout the last poem. Thanks for sharing.

manatita44 (author) from london on November 04, 2018:

Ha ha. Good morning, Rinita.

You are familiar in the sense that the genre is esoteric, metaphysical, ethereal and aesthetic. You are acquainted with the metaphors, powerful images … but I can and do change style radically when I want to. But yes, the message is always the same: to serve, to illumine, to elevate, awaken … reach the Heart. Thank you so much. Om Shanti!

Rinita Sen on November 04, 2018:

Calligraphy on lotus! Best expression I've read in recent times.

The conversation with the sage in the second poem reads like conversations we have with our own minds.

There's always something new to learn from your poems, even though I am quite familiar with your style by now.

manatita44 (author) from london on November 03, 2018:

Beautiful sentiments Peggy. Love you for this. By the way, why aren't you writing? You and Mary seem to have taken a rest. I will send you a muse. Lol. Thank you so much!!

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on November 03, 2018:

Your ode to Mother Earth is a beauty starting out with crystal dew in your first piece and ending the second with earth blossoms into new life. It is a soul-enriching article.

manatita44 (author) from london on November 03, 2018:

Me too.

He told me about you, but then I got to the hub and realised that you were aware of his contribution.

You and a few more, do justice to my poems. That way I know that you are reading them. Thank you for an incredibly beautiful contribution. Hari Om!

Ioannis Arvanitis from Greece, Almyros on November 03, 2018:

AMAZING! My brother, you blessed my eyes, my Heart, my Soul and my Spirit with this masterpiece of yours. The second poem is incomparable! I am glad because I believe that is the best tribute for a Noble Soul like Rodric is! I agree with Bill, maybe Roderic has not realized how good a man he is! Love to you my Brother and Love to Rodric!

Hail to the Greater Love of God!


PS: Amazing also is that I had in mind to write to you about Rodric!

manatita44 (author) from london on November 03, 2018:

Thank you Bill. Appreciated.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on November 03, 2018:

Rodric is a good man. I'm not sure he realizes just how good a man he is, but a good man nonetheless...as are you,my friend.

Peace and love to you both!

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