Monday, July 28, 2014

Be my instrument

Tossing between the feelings of happiness and emptiness again,
Mysterious universe unwinding the world of anxiousness and joy terrain.
‘You’ said spread joy in and out.
Thousand miles and more I got to cross,
To be your instrument, my Lord!
I do not even know what it takes,
You said, "I am there.”
Flow in this body of mine,
For this body is thy shrine.