At Thy Feet Everything…

To the Grace that my heart longs for…

To the Light that’s held all my disintegrated cells for so-long,

To this love that Breathes life unto my soul;

“Where art thou…”

Even whilst thou art my very breath & soul,

That pours these words of longing….

as though there’s some ‘me’, who writes to “thee”,

“When All Along; It is God Longing for its own!”

For this is the only way to know- One is Home!

Baba, Other than you, who can Truly be my own!

(For i know you’ve already taken care of everything)

Meghna Loke