DIVINE FAITH

Deep down the aisle, I see a squirrel

Fluttering in the way, moving and going

Up and down the path, it runs incessantly.

While I…..

I sit endlessly seeking Lord in its entirety.

I see the Lord, all serene, all calm,

I see the wretched and the complacent

Taking and giving alms!

And then I see the pain on the Lord’s face.

‘Do they consider themselves supreme?

These mortals with hollow wealth and false pride?

I ask again and again to him.

Yet there comes no answer my way

Nothing to know where I stand.

Alone I sit on, on the bench and see

The fluttering squirrel, moving and going

Up and down the path, running incessantly,

Believing in honest work and faith divine!

While I…..

I wait for the answer without action or mime.

I scowl, I shout, I swear, I shriek,

Yet there is silence….

And in that silence I hear the Lord speak

Through the squirrel believing in action,

The revelation strikes a chord inside and I, too,

Begin my journey anew!