Solace




A mild touch on my shoulder
With a soft voice, enquiring
Why I am standing at the entrance.

As I look, the father said
I marked that every time you come,
You only stand at the entrance of the church,
And never coming inside.

I could see the smile
in the eyes of the Father.
He holds my hand and spoke
My son, this is God’s house.
Everyone is equal here.
Do not hesitate,
go near to HIM.
Come inside and pray.
HE is there to give solace.

I looked at his kind eyes, said
Father, whenever I come to the church,
At the entrance itself
As I look to HIM,
HIS caring eyes give me assurance
That only good thing will prevail.
I realize, I have nothing to pray.
God has given me what I need.

Father puts his hand on my head and
Whispered, my dear boy
let God be with you.
I left the church.
~x~x~

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