Tagore’s Prayer II

It's been quiet a while now since I wrote my first prayer
You’ve heard me out, touched me. Thank you God for letting me know you’re there.
You’ve seen me smile, you’ve seen me struggle, and now you are seeing me cry,
I know these tears will cleanse your streams and oceans making every sin die.

Jesus, man nailed you to the cross so mercilessly,
That you cannot free you hand from the cross to reach out and touch me.
I stand below your cross, looking at your murder that I didn’t do,
I’m so much in pain, so I stand here and start praying to you.

I hear a bell in a distant temple, it seems to sense my sorrow and tear.
Bhagwan, tears roll down my face as I realize that you’ve come so near,
I’m still asking Bhagwan, I’m still begging in these tears. I am so much in pain,
Yes, I’m still trying a different shrine, calling out your name again and again.

Allah, isn’t my attempt at worship, good enough for you?
Tell me, please tell me. Don’t you know how much I pray to you?
I sense your presence, your love. I know you love me truly,
Then why is it Allah, that evil is still keeping my girl away from me?

So my Lord God, creator of all that I see,
What are the mountains & oceans for, if not for my baby and me?
You want me to chant your name, your love, to tell them that we are one
When this is the very same thing, that is killing your favorite son.

Answer me Lord, respond to my pain
Like a spoilt child, I’m weeping and throwing a tantrum again
And as I cry bitterly I ask you Lord to answer me,
‘Please God, please for the sake of your creation – answer me,
and turn the world around if you have to, but please give me my baby’

Note: I was going thru my old work, looking to find something to put up here on my blog. There are a number of you out there now who have started to 'stalk' me on this site, so I'm making an extra effort to update it as frequently as possible. Anyways, I found this poem, and immediately laughed at it having found it very sweet and yet it projects an immense connection with GOD. I realized that I have always behaved like a spoilt brat with GOD, demanding that HE makes things right - because at that time I was huffing and puffing and throwing a full blown tantrum which seemed to have a mask of deep pain in the name of love. But I do like this piece of work, it reminded me of my child like affection and relationship with GOD. What I never knew then, as most children never realize when they are throwing a fit, is that the adults know best. Similarly GOD knows best - ALL THE TIME. He can see beyond the horizon, thru the fog and way above the clouds. When an ant's foot touches a leaf, He senses it. When a pebble shifts in a streambed, He knows it. If there's a worm hidden deep in a rock, He'll know its body, tinier than an atom. HIS compassion towards us cannot and will never be able to be described. So the next time you pray, know that HE does not have to wait to hear your prayer, HE already knows what you need, and HE has already done what is best for you. All you have to know is, believe THAT. In the meantime, if you want to throw a tantrum like this moody libran here, go ahead. HE still loves you. - Tagore Almeida -