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There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Saturday, July 20, 2024

An orison

Life, is a pilgrimage. 
A holy journey, where, 
methods blend into wisdom, 
myths meld with truths, 
sciences fuse with faiths
and finally, 
the soil becomes saint. 
And, Thou art the destination,
that realm, that skyline
where this amalgamation happens, 
where we become one with Thee.
Essentially, we walk, 
from Thee, to Thee
by Thy grace.
Amen.

Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 

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