-Amandeep Singh
The veil of night, the song of morning, the chirping The of birds, the freshness of breeze. Are all these prayers to The Almighty? Are all offering their love to The Lord? There is a wonder in this creation. Souls immersed in His love have the eyes to realize this wonder. My Lord is high and higher is His grace or His grace is high and yet higher is my Lord. I am foolish my Lord, I cannot sing Thy self and Thy Grace. Ah! What have I gained being a human!
It is all illusion and all darkness without The Almighty. This cosmos is within The Lord and He is all pervading. He is the root, He is the origin of all elegance, He is himself a prayer and He is himself the prayed. Only He can be elegant enough, to be His prayer. All means of His praise are smaller than His self. He is the seed and the tree. All starts from Him and all ends in Him. All earths and heavens sing Him. The air sings, the light sings, the sky sings, the stars sing, the trees sing, the birds sing, this creation sings; Ah all! except me.
The Almighty is all-merciful. His gifts are for all. His kindness is bestowed on all. Heaven and earth do not differentiate between good and evil. Wind bestows its warmth and rain drenches all. The dewdrops are soft to every one. The Flowers display their beauty to all. The Merciful showers His mercy. He forgives us for being thankless. We love none but ourselves, yet He cares for all.
The smile of a child is holy, affection of a cow for her calf is holy, wait for the beloved is holy, silence of morning is holy, entire creation is holy and I wonder how holy is the Creator of all that is holy. Wonder is the day and the night, still more wondrous is their swing. Wonderful is the wonder to realize His wonder and I wonder how wonderful is The Creator!
His command is supreme. His kingdom runs throughout. All nations, all kings, all judges and all laws are under His Law. Water quenches thirst with His permission, Wind blows thunder under His command, Clouds shed rain with His authority, Sun showers brightness with His consent, Earth holds all with His approval, earth and sun revolve with His sanction and beyond that He is present in all with His blessings. With His command flow a Million Rivers. Under His authority leaves tremble. All hands raise and fold in Thy reverence, for those, which don’t, are not hands but bones. He is the heart, He is the mind and He is the soul. It is all Him and our eyes rise and close in remembrance.
Thy praises from my mouth, O Lord! are petty utterances about Your Being. “Many insects endeavor to utter Thy praises, listening to the word of Sky” is the revelation. These musings do not make much sense nor do these constitute an attempt, but that is all that my poor mind could produce. It is all low and all insane. Your vastness cannot be described. It cannot be put in words. All words are short for Thy praise.
Oh Merciful One! please accept my prayer. It is the cry of my heart, which is You, and it is yet a tiny attempt to expound your infinity.
Forgive me! Forgive me! Oh merciful One! For you are the ocean and a drop cannot add to its enormity. For you are the creator and I am just a creature. You are infinite and I am empty.
This is just one prayer in a million prayers. This is one pair of raised hands, in a flood of millions of pairs.
Thou art merciful my Lord! Thou art merciful!
