God in plainclothe

On a monsoon dawn, in countryside…

kindness of bliss: pouring down.

The rattles of trees…. the murmurs of leaves….

Blowing spray of heavenly benevolence….

The smell of rain and thundering clouds-

Announcing the arrival majestically.   

On a rain wretched pit, in puddle of slush-

a miserable puppy- deep in sorrow

Hungry ….Tired… and chilling cold..

facing squarely -the unknown fate!

Shaken to heart …

by the night that passed:

Frightened to core-

all alone.

Shivering… soaking…and sobbing..   

Deeply missing

the warmth of her mom.

On a stimulant to thirst of breathe

Weighed down, though, by her waning chance:

The puppy just tried one last time-

Only to drop-

into foregone doom.

Sinking…drowning…

and fading away

Concluding a life: not yet lived

Then comes the hands stretching down..

Consoling and reassuring-

radiating the mercy of lord !

On that monsoon dawn, in countryside:

resurrected to the refuge of raincoat,

and awaken to depth of kindness

the puppy gazed at her saviour

and

realized that the God is still alive!