Ways of Providence
9.7 Bhagavad Gita As It Is "The whole cosmic order is under Me."
10.8 Bhagavad Gita As It Is "I am the source of all spiritual and material worlds. Everything emanates from Me ."
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Ways of Providence
Ways and will of divine providence
Across time, by sages have been surmised,
With flames of faith shining in prominence
In attempts the web of fate to untie,
Yet His design and ways remain complex,
Rendering human folks often perplexed.
The whole cosmic order glows with His will:
The ebb and the flow of gigantic waves
As the drop of an autumn leaf with frill
Are all but his ever obliging slaves,
As are summer rains that quench thirsty earth
For nature to display its real worth.
With whole universe under His control,
As sole creator of man and nature,
He does exert His sway on every soul
In ways suitable for every creature,
Yet for man to comprehend would be vain,
Beyond the grasp of his limited brain.
Oft one can eye souls fully dipped in faith
Torn, shorn and worn out by the hands of fate
Amidst folks basking in sun of unfaith
Ever in a boastful carousing state,
Some swimming in a sea of evil deeds
But prospering with ill-gained wealth, indeed.
Whether providence inflicts waves of pains
To bring souls close to the divinity,
Or to drown them in streams of stinging strains
As back pay for wrongs to the trinity
Hover as mysteries in greyish clouds,
As ambiguities veiled with dark shrouds.
To wit, a humble oak tree by fate`s hands
Battered four times and hurled to harsh Hades,
Oft shattered by axes of evil men,
Is able with heavenly grace and aids
To stand on its pining trunk despite all,
Weather the woeful winds and remain tall.
The tree, since youth, rooted in divine trust,
Through storms, has witnessed its faith pick up high,
Views the ills of providence as a must,
As blessings to pitch it close to the sky
Fast-track the pace of its inner voyage
And convey it to a much higher stage.
Despite bearing the blows of providence
Now with leaves of the tree, blown by the breeze,
It hums hymns of gratitude, evidence
Of its will to trail its goals, though on knees,
With stretched arms, greet the ways of providence
With shines of fortitude and tolerance.
Providence wields His wand of fair justice
Equally towards all men, poor or rich,
Across time or space, no one it does miss,
But also does not leave deep in the ditch
Those who seek His mercy with a pure heart
And to them His love and grace He imparts.
Through diverse ways providence shows His love:
As a father to bring his son to light,
To cherish the glow sparkling from above,
To pilot him to the path that is right,
Often times seeming as retribution,
But couched with beneficial intention.
Indeed, complex are ways of providence,
Trying to grasp them with a human mind
In absence of the sparks of evidence
Leads to the realm of trust and faith to find
Seemly words to pen with respect verses
On ways of Him who rules the Universe.
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Krishnanand Guptar
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