I Started this before Covid, progressed during my Covid and polished it after Covid. Took 2.5 months.
I don’t know if this is poetry or prose; I don’t know if poems have stanza headings which this one has– but I hope you enjoy it – never mind the name.
God, why did you wait so late in my life to teach me this lesson, I asked.
God replied: ‘Elixir comes after the churn; the results of games follow the play, morals after the story,
Morals follow the story, healing comes after the wound: So Realization after the tumult of life’
‘If you put chapter headings before, not after the narrative, its your problem not Mine’, said God.
In deference to the above the para names appear at the end of para and the title at the end of it all
It was a tiring previous day and we must have crisscrossed the City of Lakes till late last night,
Off I went to deep sleep, hoping to recoup energy to resume toasting the city of tranquil next day,
We were awakened by a medley of noisy loudspeakers, well short of our target sleep,
I shook my slumber and soon it dawned that it was a score or more of morning prayers to God.
First, I thought that it was from different followers of the same God each outdoing the other,
Soon I realized it was different Gods with their respective creations trying to outdo each other,
It sounded a cacophony instead of a symphony, with each note raising or fading out of sync,
The soothing breeze from the lakes or beauty of hills around could not bring about any synchrony.
Many Gods; Different prayers
In the name of God and peace, so many divisions! I sulked in despair – both hope and sleep crushed,
Out of bed as well as wits, I opened my door, to see how various Gods answer their believers’ prayers
Change of tide, a rush of refreshing air washed my face and one of the Gods planted a smile on my lips.
Washing away the sense of despair and I felt Hope seeping thru my skin to every dejected nerve.
From Despair to Hope
Now shed your anguish and gloom and listen to My answers, commanded God.
There were countless birds and rodents in the dark raising a fusion of chirps and sounds,
The rustling of leaves and grating sound of tree trunks swaying added accompaniments of note,
The fountains in the garden added their dash of music with their swirls and waves, fall and flow,
Their subtle subdued symphony of feelings and emotions drowned out the noisier prayers for attention.
From questions to answers
In this confluence of cheer and hope, I felt God ask me ‘How is the answer to My believers’ prayers?
Where are you? I asked, darkness clouding sight for I did not know which of the Gods answered me.
‘In My Kingdom the alphabet of language is love and brotherhood, you don’t need light or eyes to see.
Unbounded Joy and happiness are My ways of answers to the million prayers of my devotees’: God.
From answers to realization
I persisted with my childlike curiosity; God please tell me whose God are you that answered.
‘Can you segregate the voice of each bird, the rustle of each leaf, the groan of every branch’, He queried.
I went silent. Helpless. In the deafening silence that followed, the answer seemed to dawn on me.
Various notes of the same symphony, same God with many names; the coherence of the same single One.
It is the same God with different names
I closed my door, parted my curtains on window and found the same full moon looking twice as full,
The lustrous morning moon in the West so full of love and embrace with its calming influence,
Last evening, eastern Moon was bright and invigorating, now the setting moon dimmer but soothing,
It is the same Moon, same Moon but Mankind sees in different shades of darkness and light.
It is not many Moons but One.
Awakened thus, I went back to the comfort of my bed to sleep till I would be awake again,
Secured by the warm embrace of the moon’s ray’s, to the morning symphony of a thousand birds,
Flowers beginning to blossom to welcome the Sun amidst so many blaring competing prayers,
With the new light in me that it is the same God with different names,
To each his own prayer, and to each His own answer by the same God to his devotes in different robes.
Oh! It is not many Gods but One