The Grazer

By Ranjana Gorakhnath Tidke

The Grazer

You see Him white,

I see Him blue,

For some He's infinite,

Some have no clue.

Some say He is in ashes,

For some He's omnipresent,

Some look for Him in glaciers,

For some He's ancient

Some please Him with flowers,

Some offer Him prayer,

While others just surrender,

Few remember only in despair.

We all are in a maze,

Looking for a path out,

With His heavenly grace,

It's easy to find out,

He knows us better,

Even when mischievous,

He will still nurture,

And make us victorious.

To Him we belong,

No matter how His heard bray,

He will play the flute, blow his horn,

No one will go astray.

By Ranjana Gorakhnath Tidke