The Vagabond: Contemplative Writing.....A Peep Into Your Soul

Nelson Philip Fernandes

Contemplative Writing

Writing can be a way of praying. To start with, favourite passages from Scripture or other sources could be copied. Then we could jot down our insights that emerge from our reflection on our daily experiences. Such a journal would constitute, as it were, our biographical sketch of God.

Writing helps us see into the depths of things. It is more than a recording of already finished thoughts. It is something that is creative and productive in itself. Writing helps us break the...

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The Vagabond

Give to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above
And the byway nigh me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Bread I dip in the river -
There's the life for a man like me,
There's the life for ever.

Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around
And the road before me.
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I seek, the heaven above
And the road below me.

Or let autumn fall on me
Where afield I linger,
Silencing the bird on tree,
Biting the blue finger.
White as meal the frosty field -
Warm the fireside haven -
Not to autumn will I yield,
Not to winter even!

Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around,
And the road before me.
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me.

-- Robert Louis Stevenson

My Life Is Yet Still

Sometimes the wind blows too hard

Sometimes the waters take the guard

Sometimes the clouds are very clear

Sometimes I’ve many tales to hear

But with all these ups and downs . . .