The muted colours in the sky
Bid farewell to the day.
The dusk casts long shadows,
The soft wind whispers the mysteries of nature,
A bold star peeps out
This play of nature
sharpens the yearnings of my soul.
Oh Lord, Where have Thou hid Thyself?
Before I know it,
HE tiptoes into my heart
and I am awash in Thy divine love.!
-O-
Anita Sehgal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yearnings-8/
