A Prayer

My Lord!
One day I will be gone.
Until that happens,
Let me be born everyday:
With the knowledge of self.

My Lord!
When my eyes are wide open,
Empower them to recall,
The entire miracles:
You bestow upon me.

My Lord!
When my meditating eyes
Are closed and motionless;
Let them behold You:
Like piercing light of guidance.

My Lord!
When I speak,
Whisper softly in my ears,
True words of:
Lasting intelligence.

My Lord!
In our unconquerable chaos,
Give us all,
The ready willpower to heal:
Each other in our circumstances.


Geeta Chhabra

Taken from the Book: No Journey Ends by Geeta Chhabra
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