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
©Sunila
An immaculate poem on the bedrock called Faith.Soul-felt.
Lots of thanks for your beautiful comment, Vijay Nair ji 🙂
A deeply contemplative and spiritually engaging work.
My heartfelt gratitudes for your lovely comment, Louis Sir 🙂
Highly soothing, contemplative, deeply engaging and brimming with ones own spiritual quest and unbeatable faith. Lovely
Thank you very much, Maaya, for your generous words of appreciation 🙂