The One

The One short poem

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The lightness you feel at the oneness he brings
As you melt in his thoughts with all his allure,
Nothing could match the pleasantness that rings
The lightness one feels, at all things pure.
A feeling that no words can ever explain
Making you believe in all those assertions
That indeed he is there, indeed he is there.

Some are lucky
They feel him all the time
Others when plucky
At daunting and trying times
Whatever the case, the experience lair
Into the belief that he is there, he is there.

In the leaves of plants and trees alike
The gentle breeze that they bring to life
In the flowers that bloom with oh such ease
Living their lives in oh such peace
Breezing in the song that he is there.

God, when I too know that you are there
Is it much to ask of you
To free me of all such thoughts and deeds
Dirty weighty seeds indeed
Which could weigh me down
When I could simply drown
In some more of you
Of you who spread all the light
Making me light – all day all night.

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ammu sachariah
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Well written. The presence of God in all the aspects is beautifully pictured.

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