Divine Dialogue

by. Mrs. Geeta Chabbra

My Mentor’s silence speaks to me.

And the hushed calm that follows

Takes the form of a canopy –

Beneath whose shade, I dwell and rest.

His unspoken words pick up

My ashen being.

Hearing which, like a phoenix,

I rise from the dead!

My confusion resoles my heart

With uncertainty.

Defeated, not lost.

Heartbroken, yet not crushed.

I walk into a Paradise

Of make-believe –

Where His grace in permanence nests.

My Mentor’s silence as an act

Of faith, I treat.

He heals my festering wounds

That pester me.

When a heap of clouds

Indents my vision,

He recurves my treacherous course.

I know He protects me.

When heathen crowds

Pilfer solitary hours of mine…

Then, into a singed shadow

I retreat.

In my cluttered life,

From time to time,

Often I begin to feel lonely.

At that point…

My Mentor’s guiding gaze

Is enough for me.

He hides His smile,

But His eyes sparkle openly.

I just feel He is always there for me.

My Mentor’s silence speaks to me.

From the book: No Journey Ends by Geeta Chhabra (published in April 2012).