Me from beyond the veil.
On wafts of incense and icon
Your instruments tell tales of
Other places, distant times,
Families.
Where to be all grown up
Looks altogether different.
On woven threads of colour,
Many feet dance as fabric swirls the air.
Prayers sigh from cliff to cliff
In flight between the mountains.
You discover God in the way
Your grandmother tells stories.
Firelight flickers a ritual between
The folds and wrinkles of her face.
You experience the presence of
God in the beating of your drum.
As you light each candle, the words
Fold from the scrolls, chanted.
All of your senses seek and discover
Pearls in the dark; you share so kindly.
Jenneth Graser
Jaisalmer India - photo credit unknown
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