A still-born voice talks to me
from the narrow corners
of my imperfect heart;
and I find justifications
in asking You, to reveal, Again,
even a tiny aspect, of Your perfect strength —
to retrieve me back
from my time-to-time plight!

My stubborn intentions are firm
in their thought;
and my faith insecure, Again,
like the changing winds,
moving with the fickle tide.
Another miracle You show!
With Your usual graceful stride!
My passions appeased,
I go home to sleep.
For one more inspiring night....

Geeta Chhabra