Mother Sathya Sai
Poetry
The Gift
by Shyamalie
When Sorrow spills out In torrents of tears unceasing...
The Heart is bleeding.
What can stop Despair
Drowning you dead
Except
The Hand of Love
That silently says...
“My love, I understand.
You are Mine. Your pain is Mine.
Why do you fear, when I am here?”
Then Grief Storms grow calm
Soul shelters in Peace
An Ocean of Hope floods within
And you rise renewed again.
