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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