God lives in the buzz of the bumble bee
Sometimes in the bark of a banyan tree
He showers from a monsoon cloud
And thunders with rage, clear and loud
She nurtures and loves from a mother's breast
Creates a baby's storm and puts it to rest
He is tender as the morning dew
Closes old wounds with a healing sew
She lives in the lover's ache
Longing a touch, for a moment's sake
He is the tsunami that washes away
He is also what is swept in the sway
He lives in each moment, in each sound
She is here and all around
God is none other than you and me
Waiting. Longing.
For us to remember and see.
~ Ajay Kalra on FB
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