Sikh Spirit November 1997

Our Creator

Searching, thirsting, yearning to understand
These colourful images Grand Artist;
In red-orange hues of the setting sun
In intricate designs of a snowflake.
As emerald greens of the summer sea
Are fashioned by the Designer in me.

As the silent moon is sowed to the night
Stars are sprinkled as sweet flavoured delights;
While asteroids glide on the stage of space
Super stars explode in rhythmic pace.

Oh maker of day and cool, darkened nights
The calm of space and hot fire of stars,
In the cosmic clay you fashioned my heart,
By your Will you seem to me far apart.

When I searched my heart, and I found my Self:
My heart melted, in Thy ocean of Love.


Jaswinder Singh (Canada).

Reflextions


Chintaa taa kee kee-jee-aae jo anhonee ho-e
There is no reason to worry when every thing happens according to His Will. M:9-p.1428

Alhu aek maseete basat hae avar mulukh kis kaeraa
If the place of God is a temple only,  for  whom  is the rest of the world ? Bhagat Kabir-p.1349

Jay vela vakht vechaareeae taa kit vela bhagat hoe
If we simply keep pondering to find the best time for prayer, when shall we be able to pray, then ? M:3-p35

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