Divine Hand

As I see the seemingly
perpetual play of breath

The breath: the maker of my body,
The taker of my being
When the timely moment comes

This ceaseless play
of the unseen hand
of the Divine

Me firmly held the hand
And the maker could not escape.

Love & Grace

 
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Editor's Note

Editor's Note: This poem was first published in the print edition of Isha Forest Flower, Apr 2008.