In the loneliest hours

In the loneliest hours, 

a littlest whiff of faith,

distinct, like a fragrant rose

and then in the onliest moments, 

love greets you. 

At the slightest hint

that you are willing 

to embrace it too. 

The loveliest part is that

in the time that follows, 

the jigsaw falls in place, 

in those exact, right positions, 

and everything, every single thing, 

it just becomes miraculously okay.

The bestest thing is the whole picture 

that emerges as a mosaic, 

a beautiful, magical patchwork.

Linking with Reena's xploration challenge

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha