Monday, February 3, 2014

Comforted

Comforted


I carried a troubled mind and a heavy heart to the trail,
But the wind whispered solace through the falling leaves,
The river gurgled with mirth and reminded of happy moments past,
And the last golden rays of a setting sun, kissed away my tears with the promise of a brighter tomorrow,
And in that still split-second, encompassing eons,
I sought and found refuge in you, O Mother
And returned home comforted.

-shubha

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