Thursday, May 7, 2009


The way is dark,
The night is long,
I stumble with my cross,
No hope is left,
I am bereft,
Fear shrouds my heavy heart.

I search for inner strength
To cope,
With my anxiety,
But finding only doubt
My human frailty.

Blow on heavy blow
Is rained,
Each leaves behind a scar
As cruel, foolish,
Little men,
Wield their puny power.

Though long the road
And narrow,
And weary is my soul,
I know my Jesus walks with me,
I know,
I’m not alone.

Myra D’Souza / 7.5.09

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Was born in Mumbai.  Studied in St. Michael's Convent in Karwar.  Went to Wadia College in Pune. Did a Secretarial course in Mumbai at Nirmala Niketan and at Burnleys Institute. Came to Kuwait at 21 years of age, and still  here.  Married with 3 wonderful children a girl and two boys and a great husband.