The crowds of eager
Restless souls -
rushing to you - surges,
in numberless numbers
- Like panting waves to the ocean's soul
Day after day.
To meet You alone, and all to myself
May not come my way, save -
I seek You within my heart;
Yet I long to reach You;
- Place my truant head, so heavy
At Your Guarding Feet!
The Heavens above - hold promise,
Yet what use, if while on earth
I am thirsting, parching
For a look and a word and a
Touch of blessing,
From the Lord of Heavens -
Now treading the earth
To love and teach and
Redeem!
(By : Dr Vasantha Nair, Blossoming Love)
