A voice rises within when the
Heart cries for shelter
To know if someone is there
God bears a silent witness to our human strife and
The inevitable misery of attachment we burden ourselves
With but there is no happiness as fine as detachment
Can we be raised from damnation?
Enveloped in the warmth of a Divine presence
Severing our chain of hopeless despair?
As an awakening full of promises
Awaits in the dance of leaves in the wind
Caressing the beauty of our bare being
An undampened ardour flourishes across
The cloudless sky with wild pulse
Of exploding colours cleansing the
Palette of life by His ceaseless grace
And we are reminded
Our soul is courage,
Soaring on wings like an eagle
Made to fly above the storm.
By Anouska Banerjee