The Lost sheep

Devi Nangrani
With aging process the capacity to do anything that is normal, becomes hard due to many factors. To retain the same vigor as that of youth is next impossible. Everything fades away making you feel like a helpless child putting persisting efforts to stand on one’s own feet. The windy throbs obstruct the way, the back bone leans and the hunch back puts pressure on the lower back making it difficult to move towards the destination point.

Walking with a light umbrella that tosses in and out due to the rain with harsh winds of Chilly Christmas season is unable to safeguard me. The weight of my own self kept pressurizing the knees as a step is taken in front. But the pull from the gravitational force is going backward. Age refuses to fight with time. Tide takes a toll and the tiny steps still looking forward to see the goal that is in front waiting for the soul.
Suddenly the son of the Lord comes to help, holds the hand with umbrella, giving slow and steady firmness to my leaning back. He stops at the Crossing Light and helps me hold my breath. The sore windy gushes of harsh winds still find solace in the warmth of the that hand, whose voice says ’ I’m not going to leave you’. I shall walk you to your friend who is awaiting you.”
But why? Who is my friend who wants to save my wrecking ship sinking in the stormy winds of shivering cold of Christmas.
‘No you can go your family is waiting for you. I will go now, you are in safe hand, Bye….! Is the gentle breeze like whisper in my ears.
‘Oh no. Please don’t leave me. I am the lost sheep of thine, I have none else to hold me.’ My weeps profoundly express.
‘No no, I’m not leaving you.’ Was a soft, soothing answer that answered all my questions.
‘your voice is like that of my Master who never leaves his sheep go astray.”
And there comes a squeak from opposite side of the road.
‘Hey I’m here follow me to the destination. Let us take Tiny Steps together to reach the goal.
I feel I am walking on the sands of time,
and suddenly the helping hand leaves a warm feeling in the deepest core of my ver being, until I saw that I was walking on footsteps imprinted before me without being in senses to look left or right, up or down. It was like being in the cosmos with all the robes scattered around me in space. I realized that the body was withering away layer by layer making the soul free to go on its journey.
With the help of helping hand of my destinator, I enter the home to see a large picture of my beloved Master in a frame, with graceful smile bestowing on my very being. And a gentle whisper welcomes me saying- ‘So atlast you have found a true home. You can stay here, breathe here, live here with all freedom to free yourself from the cycle of birth and death.
Was I not living before this?’ was the interrogation of the mind.
‘No you were like a bird in the cage waiting for death to approach. Now you live in His Canopy, His Will, never to die.

Amin

Devi Nangrani
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