|| Hari Om||
He Who Stands Upon the
Brick…
Upon the rock
Stood firm and tall
The One who created
Each and all.
His love divine
Poured from His eyes.
That creator
Of Earth and skies.
His hands fixed firm
Upon his waist,
His smile bestowing
All His Grace.
And for eternity
He will stand,
That statue made
By bhakta’s
hand.
For His children
There He stood,
And in His mind
He hoped they would
Hold firm His feet
And rise above.
Forget all sorrow
Drown in love.
Love Him so that
The human race,
Could receive
His Mother’s Grace.
He waited long
And waited more
But few came walking
To His door.
Until He did
Decide one day-
“My children know not
How to pray,”
“Let Me among them
As a normal man,
Walk with them
And show them they can”
And so Vitthal
Upon the brick,
Became the Doctor
For the sick!
Became He Bapu
And walked among
The simple, common
Human throng.
And for His children
He did pray
To His Mother,
Night and day.
He lifted each
From sad, sad strife
Taught His simple
Way of life.
Husband, Brother
Father, Son
As a man
He became each one!
Not Sage nor Deity
No! Not He!
But a simple man
Like you or me…
His children we,
Are forever blessed!
At His feet
May we always rest.
How beautiful His ways
That He,
Who is Himself
The Almighty
Prays to Vitthal
Upon the brick-
“Heal My chidren
Who are sick”
“Heal their sorrow
Their lack of love
May they reside
With You above”
He is truly
Great indeed!
How far He goes
For those in need.
We could not pray,
Our love was dead,
So He prayed
For us instead!
Upon the brick
He will always stand
And as a human
Roam the land
So that we
His merry fleet
May live forever
At His feet
||Shri Ram||
|| I am Ambadnya||
- Arnav H. Tongaonkar
Comments
Post a Comment
Ambadnya for your precious feedback