Sunday, August 17, 2014


 (To commemorate my 60th birthday)

Created by the Potter,
This little lamp of clay,
Though worn and chipped in places, 
Is put to use each day.

With oil He fills me daily, 
He sets the wick alight, 
I falter first and flicker, 
Then steadily burn bright.

The glow I know is feeble, 
But constant is its stream, 
With light sufficient just to take, 
A step in its soft beam.

Light enough for just one step, 
With perfect confidence, 
To fill the jar and trim the lamp, 
I trust His Providence.

The time will come when oil and wick, 
Will finally be spent, 
My little light will die on earth, 
To reignite in heaven.

Myra D’Souza / 17th August 2014


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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.