Virginal Faith

 

A climbing ray
Builds up.
I see His face –
The cathedral of all my hopes.

 

He gives my silted-self,
A finer verge.
Courage. Faith. Vigour.
I return to my possessions – my lost goals.

 

The Tree of Life is no more –
A persistent dark bark.
Light is substantial, crown in hand:
I am roused by His blessed glow.

 

 

Mumbai
1993

 

                          

Geeta Chhabra

 

From the book:  No Journey Ends by Geeta Chhabra


 
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