Standing Before Me

Standing Before Me

In life’s most unbearable sorrows
     Still do You stand before me
     Smiling and dancing.
If I do not cherish any bitterness
     I shall be able to hear
     The Raptures of Your Flute-Melodies.
     If I lift my eyes
     I shall see You
     Standing before me,
     Eternally beckoning,
     Eternally inviting me.
I shall throw down
     The sword of resentment.
I shall never use it
To ward off Your Compassion-Smile.

– Shephali Burke.


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