A climbing ray
Builds up.
I see His face -
The cathedral of all my hopes.

He gives my silted-self,
A finer verge.
Courage. Faith. Vigour.
I return to my possessions - my lost goals.

The Tree of Life is no more -
A persistent dark bark.
Light is substantial, crown in hand:
I am roused by His blessed glow.

Mumbai
1993

Geeta Chhabra

From the book: No Journey Ends by Geeta Chhabra