Thou art my treasure windfall
So my mind does startle.
On my secret travel
Thy abrupt reveal I marvel –
In the wind fragrant
On Thy fancies errant.
Daily as we come and go
Each other we do not know;
Kicking up dust visit many
To convey message hardly any;
All of a sudden Thy flute yonder
Alerts the lost passenger.
Note:
God’s revelation to us is off and on in the course of our life, without notice or ritualistic processes, but even through the simplest objects of Nature if we keep our perceptions open.
