She that ever waits

She that ever waits

She has always been waiting
For the call of her divine lord,
For the voice of her beloved God.
She is never tired of watching,
Happy she is always waiting.

Like an eager land that looks for the rain
Like a patient mother who waits for her son,
Like a languishing sweetheart in separation
Like the white lotus that waits for the Sun
She too waits ever scanning the horizon.

Like a rainy cloud about to shower
Like a bubbly child full of laughter
Like a happy soul without a care
Like a joyous song of graceful timbre

She ever lives night and day
With eyes full of sublime visions
Her soul full of seraphic musings
Love and joy decorating her life’s pathways
She is waiting always for the Elysian Fields.


First Place in the Coloring the World Contest.