Speaking To My Maker

God of all planets
and heaven.
Master of my humble
heart’s feelings.
You are my modem
for good imagination.
My noble, sturdy wings.

Through your strength
and omnipresence...
I feel I can fly to touch!
The sea of leaves,
trees’ crowns,
clouds’ canopies.

During my unending quests,
awkward compromises,
and restless journeys...
You have given me reasons to live!
The wisdom to pause.
Without grudging.

Once again!
Nudge me ahead,
towards my sincere goals;
make me make-up—
for my stagnant outlook,
and lost opportunities.
Father, be by my side!
As You have always been.


Geeta Chhabra

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