Her Celestial Hands

By Devika

Before she reached this brink,

I was just a formless river

Running past the pebbles.

But when she looked at me,

I got a graceful face;

My forgotten identity.

When she touched me

with her soothing fingertips,

I found my lost destiny.

I was boundless yet weary,

Crossing mystical sites in a frenzy.

Being stagnant looked futile to me.

But cupped within her celestial hands,

I feel I'm at my supreme abode.

I feel protected as I'm no longer alone.

By Devika