On a wet bench,
To think of You…
Listening to raindrops,
Gently invoking Your Name.
In desolate streets,
Left with a bowed head,
With the demeanor of a streetlamp,
To stand guard over hope.
To know You…
In bone-dry dreams,
A breath to a bird,
A shelter to a stranger!
At a train station,
To sense You…
In the crimson sunset,
To fade away in the universe’s hues.
On the threshold of eternity,
To feel You…
In the grip of helplessness,
To surrender to You…
