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A child of innocent gentle mind,
With faith so fresh, quick to rely.
My God, I thought You live somewhere,
Yonder above clouds in deep blue sky.
With keen soul of tender age,
I gazed at the moving clouds with care.
Fancying every form and shape,
My God to find if You are there.
In the cool, clear summer nights,
When starry sky so bright and fair,
I lay in bed reaching every star,
Counting each twinkle if You are there.
In seeking delight I noticed the moon,
The cool soothing light so rare.
In that calm and blissful time,
The thrill of wonder if You are there.
Older I grew with belief so sound,
Almighty God is everywhere.
The rivers, mountains, rocks and trees,
All nature whispered You are there.
Ripe in age, mind and faith,
With truth of life, harsh and bare.
Though childlike faith of wonder gone,
Somehow I know You still are there.
The painful shouts of suffering,
In burdens of life one has to bear.
A cry for help of dying souls,
Some wondered my God if You are there.
The spirit of brother helping brother,
In times of trouble with love and care.
In lovely hearts of those brave souls,
I'm sure my God, You are there.
The restless souls in pangs of life,
The world of hunger and sickness to share.
Teach me the truth to search my soul,
To find my God if You are there.
This poem was originally written by Late Rashida D. Barar, wife of Dr. Frank S.K. Barar. |
