The Lord's Arrival Poem by Ramesh Iyengar

The Lord’s Arrival
If you have ears, listen to the music of the morning.
Aye, each morning has its music.
The west wind blowing through the trees, leaves….
The silence of the darkness, pierced by the birds in choir.
They leave nests, ready to fly to distant places. To collect food.
Each morning has colours. The black sky contrasts with the silvery moonlight.
With the faint light of distant stars.
Each morning has God’s arrival. In the sky, east or west.
You know not.
Be awake. Be watchful. For he comes unexpectedly.
- - S. Ramesh