Thought
Wandering barefoot scratched by thorn.
Spirit lagging and forlorn
Fourteen years away from home
Once a king, as pilgrims roam.
Love departed, threatened by lust,
Re-joining her is footstep’s thrust.
Gratefully found in forest hills
Strength and means to conquer ills.
Assemble nature’s forces strong.
Forge the means to right the wrong
Fire and fury vent on that which,
Stops the sacred union’s kiss.
When all is done for all of man
Ayodhya’s home is Sita-Ram.
Back to realm and state of king.
Rejoice now and let hearts sing -
Jaya Ram, Jaya Sita, Jaya Sita-Ram!
Prayer
Lord I am estranged from Thee, wandering as I am in the midst of separation; but in special moments I see the way and thy resources always to hand. May I build a bridge to unite with thee as I conquer lust, anger, and greed for thy sweet union.