When your Heart Sends “An SOS call”, Only to Him!

Every season has its place & there’s a beauty when through the scorching May skies,

Some clouds pass by,

the way sun peeps through the tiny spaces of quilted veridien leaves

& leave- A Ray of Hope for one to Believe.

The way it sprinkles light through the swaying canopies to remind one,

Don’t fret those branches even if they Sway or Snap

You like the Roots remain Still!

Through this Season of pain, I’ve come to God, within my heart!

where none else can Help & Make a way for me

O how beautiful it is this Heart that makes space, like that tiny hole through which sun peeps, somewhere your heart like a tiny torch

Reaches out to God in all of Its - “SOS Needs!”

With its Faith with its Silence, With its Patience where Mind of Questions Cannot- “Breathe!”

Tis’ season of his Grace closed all doors of this world upon me.

So that I can sit as a child by His Feet & know my pains & burdens were Always His!

The branches & twigs have snapped the leaves twirl carefree knowing in him my roots rest!

Now whether life shall bloom Flowers of his love

Or under his lotus feet,

in Complete Dignity he shall free me with All Due Respect to Cocos Love!

Whether I Fall Never to be Found!

Or In My Faith Alone;

With my Roots in him;

He becomes my Ground!

Either ways Tis’ Season is Only for Him!

Meghna Loke