India, Our State of Grace

April 15, 2011

I left the heat and humidity,

Mosquitoes and the monsoon rain,

Returned to a cold but friendly land

Where I was welcomed back again.

It is gentler here, the body at ease.

The pressure less and less the pain,

But there the soul is witness to

The future that on earth shall be

When we have left the past to die.

We who live in eternity

Must find the one who lives in us ,

Be done with such stupidity

To speak of things we do not know

Yet believe we truly understand.

A day shall come when all shall see

The miracle our souls demand

A vessel of the High command

Who knows earth as our dwelling place

And India our state of grace.