Poetry- God's Grace

On the eve of Deepavali, I am in a mood for poetry. Hope you folks will grin and bear it.

As I wake up in the morning,
I find these hopes springing,
in my bosom with joy of giving ,
to help those that are suffering.

A doubt then envelops the mind,
As I find those that were in need,
whom I helped in kind and deed,
struggling to escape the temporal grind.

Is it possible that I am so wretched ,
that my association can make one distressed.
What then is the meaning of my goodness,
if it can bring about no brightness.

It then dawns that it's perhaps my arrogance,
that the other is in need of me kinda stance.
In The Providence's scheme of things,
there is nether me the giver, nor the other,
dependent on me, who have any meaning.

Every one of us has his/her role designed,
seemingly destined to accept quite resigned.
This is His magnum opus of creation sustenance and re-union,
and we in total humility, and faith, need accept this as his refrain.

Unlike a play where one is truly aware,
in His opus, since, one is lured to be unaware,
of the true nature of one's self by His Will,
all I seek are some cues from Him as goodwill.

Alas till then, heroes and villains seem just same,
both living their roles seeking every fame.
He in His infinite wisdom treats villains as heroes,
while the poor hero waits eternally to end his woes.

Is it then a miracle or His Supreme Will,
that lulls a seeker believing his free-will,
may one day liberate him from his ignorance,
oblivious that only His Grace can give deliverance.

Like it folks?

Love

Vichu