The Sacred Art Of Wondering

(c) Shilpa Sandesh

Awestruck or fascinated,
Wondering,
It isn't what the dictionaries have stated;

 It is a thing sacred,
When one's inner self,
At one point overshadows all,
Or becomes as tiny as an elf,
It is a state,
A sacramental attitude,
Soul's spiritual solitude,
An impromptu crying spell,
Like the body swaying unconscious,
In a huge tempestuous swell;

 And there,
In that hurricane,
I see a life raft,
And a messiah,
Making His way smoothly,
Like there is no gale,
And in a blink of the eyes,
All is at peace,
Pastoral,
Calm defeats the turbulent,
And to live again,
This heart turns fervent;

 The wondering leaps,
Springs across the melancholy's heap,
Much obliged I am, my Savior,
That You appeared,
Just when my thoughts,
With sorrows were smeared,
And so the reverence fails,
And halts,
Till the tranquility hails..........

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