a single soul, presents itself.
12/10/2023
Oh Lord, I visit your shrine,
not in the hopes of being granted,
but to be bestowed upon, a boon.
I bend my knee in thy presence,
and I come not with a begging bowl,
confess to all my deeds, of which,
many not worthy of a saintly soul.
That, which will insinuate a plea,
for you the all knowing,
a wasted time indeed.
Aye! Amongst the vast Universes,
a single soul, presents itself.
To garner a fleeting moment, a glance,
a smile, or even a grimace,
to shed light, upon the impending boon.
Even, if my harvest, be a grain of rice,
I shall continue to fulfill that illusion,
which is bestowed upon me, till such time,
when you find me, worthy of inclusion.