The Faceless Servant

Once I found myself, at the Heaven’s gate, sitting;

Observing the Apostle, receiving guests incoming.

Some came in surprised, and some seemed scared;

Though some trembling, and came as never dared.


No one saw Heaven before, all just imagined of it.
It was a great mystery, and nothing to explain with.

When they entered in it, they examined their guess;
Whether it was same or their thinking was a mess.

Then I saw a faceless man, clad in the white so pure,
Accompanied by the Lord, who loved him for sure.

His steps were firm and confident, gait undisturbed,

He walked victorious and Contended, not perturbed.

Heaven seemed his home, and now he’s come back,

From an expedition, yet safe from the devil’s attack.

Who was that holy man, thinking I must know at least,

So Apostle told me of the faceless servant – the priest.

- B. Johnson Maria

The Rejected Stone!

I was a useless stone, rejected by the builders, the society,

I pleaded; please give me a share, in a building so mighty.

But heartlessly, they threw me away in a dark, dreary pit,

All looked down upon me, was it this for which I was fit?

None heard my pleading, no one thought to pay any heed,

‘All are children of same God’ to feel so, who’s the need?

I wondered whether something could be done of poor me,

Or perhaps I was useless, may be that was the stark reality.

Then He came; picked me up and shared His Divine Love,

Wiped my tears; hugged and kissed and gave a new curve.

He carried me with Himself, and made me a corner stone,

A stone with real worth could be recognized by Him alone.

He’s the one, who knows the very real worth of everyone,

He picks up the rejected with love, and all evil is then shun.

He makes ye feel so important, though ye be a rejected stone,

Because you’re His, by the love on the Cross He has shown.

- B. Johnson Maria