A Call to Thee!

My Beloved Lord
Here I am the most trivial creation of yours on this vast humongous kingdom of thine trying to pour my poor heart to you.
My beloved they say you are, you are not and growl at eachother.They kill in your sacred name.The fought battles in Thy Holy land.Blood spilled like water falls you being the silent onlooker.I lament deep in my heart when they say you are not.For I am sure for you are mine.The gifts you have poured on me,the talking tongue,the seeing eyes,the hearing ear and the walking legs.The touching hand and the thinking mind with a tint of brilliance.Its like sun shining through the window and lighting the corridor during the dusk.Its Thy light my beloved Thee which shines bright always through me.
Trivial am I for vast are you the biggest of big and smallest of small.
Love in my heart pours for you for I am thee and Thy are mine.I naught touch or smell or hear or taste or see any of you.But in the deepest core of my heart I feel you in and out.
My beloved one like shining stars and roses red I bow down at thy lotus feet.
Where will I be without thee for I have no life sans thy grace.Showering like monsoon rain the love of Thee as infinte Grace.
I lash my heart on the walls like roaring ocean on the beach in pain and despair I do live but with thy faith I regain solace.
My heart get storms and thunder rains my eyes get flooded with pain but thy thought get me high and dry my eyes and cools my heart.For thy grace is ever eternal and filling the void of lonely nights.

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