Can't you see...how He comes to comfort me?

Can't you see
The more you serve me
With stings
The more I just seek He?
And interestingly
When He responds
Everytime I go to Him...
He just comes
And places His benign soft palms
On my heart...my turbulent soul
And you never know
How He comforts me!

He...
The Jesus...
He...
The Buddha...
He...
The Mahavir...
He...
The omnipotent one

He just comes
And washes me
With His ambrosia...
His tune...
His halo of a light
He unburdens me
And fills me
With all delight...

Can't you see
You how indirectly
Only bring me
To He?

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