In the tree of life as a babe
I had it in my soul ingrained
through my roots of progenitors
when they held my hand and led me
then, I was introduced to Lord
in my times up and downhill
if I ever slipped you grabbed me,
Faith, I thank you, you came closer
albeit with time there were lapses
at times forgot you existed
pulled by comfort, self indulgence
excess of you or its absence
when could stand no more heat and cold
once more you opened your warm hold
expectant from mosaic curtains
you led me to doors precedent
where would I be if not your fold
the gossamer baton of gold


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About Sunila K

Based in Canary Islands, Spain, Sunila Khemchandani is a teacher, translator and writes poetry for love of English Literature. She has several poems published in English anthology collections (Wings, Change, Indus Valley, Heavenly Hymns, Poetic Symphonies, Synthesis - The Duet Anthology and in two of Brian Wrixon’s anthologies). In 2008, she won the position of the best annual poet in Besides writing poems, she translates spiritual articles, books of her spiritual master, proof reading and transciption. Some of her translated works have been published and circulating.

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