Dear God

By Deepali Singla

God,

I have always envisioned myself

cradled in your lap,

my head resting in serenity,

my heart laid bare at your feet.

Right or wrong,

I’ve ceased overanalyzing my choices—

instead, I attune myself

to that subtle tale

they call intuition.

Through open eyes,

I delve into the depths of 

those I encounter,

finding you woven into countless stories—

emerging from the forge of suffering,

resilient and luminous.

And when I close my eyes

and anchor myself in breath,

I witness a luminous white light,

and my body exults

as if a hundred butterflies

have finally found their home.

As a child, 

I used to question my mother 

about your existence,

and reaching adulthood,

I wandered in search.

But now, 

I no longer seek—

for I know you are the ember

of yearning,

eternally kindling within me.

By Deepali Singla