I SEE THE HOLY

I SEE THE HOLY

I see the greens and I see Him

I see the innocents and I see Him

I see the sun popping from the mouth of the sea

I see the moon talking shyly from behind the curtain of clouds

And yes I see Him.

I see the moist eyes of my love

I see the calf playing with her mother

I see the lotus flowering in a lake of mud

I see the old banyan tree sheltering & equaling all

I see the persistence of a butterfly to fly out of its cocoon

And I see Him my friend

I see the birds flying in shapes alien to them

I see children smiling with empty stomachs

I see the towering dreams of torn muddy hands

I see the rigid hopes of the withered ones

I see the blank faces of those beaten up by their guardian angels

And I still see Him

I see the objectless quarrel of the youth

I see the tears of a child, a girl and that of the old parents

I see the hopelessness in the life of an orphan

I see the loneliness in the life of an obese

I see the injustice in the life of a scape-goat

I see Him everywhere.

To O! my friend, who does not see Him anywhere

Open up your eyes and see the beauty He has created

Open up your eyes and see the man He has made you

For He is in you and He is the one who gives you the courage

For He is the one who forces you not to believe in Him

You say He was not with you in the darkest & loneliest of times

But my friend you didn’t see carefully, for He was the one carrying you.

And thus He shall carry you everytime you cross the bed of thorns
But shall never make you feel that you are being carried by Him.