Grace - A Poem

Raju the poor aam aadmi had only recently retired,
With meager savings trying to sustain and be satisfied.

Out of the blue came a request from his friends, 
To spend a few days driving him to his wits ends.

By sheer chance he found a re1000 on the road Grand 
Taking this as His blessing picked it up happily by hand.

The guests came and went blissfully satisfied,
Leaving Raju and his wife emotionally drained.

When there is need His help is there indeed,
Was the thought which crossed both their mind.

On a reflection Raju wondered if in all this there was a message,
To find that if indeed there was, his FB had million such message. 

Obviously there is something of larger and profound importance, 
Which his mind presently attributed to a kind of Divine Experience.   

Perhaps, he mused, that there is a stage beyond time and experience,
Before He separated “me” from “Him” to experience His own munificence.

Life’s mission therefore must be to get back to that ultimate Gruham, (Home beyond)
But alas, till the dichotomy lasts, he needs His help indeed, in “Anugraham” .(Grace).

To give much credence in interim to messages, experiences, and mysteries,
Is very much akin to getting lost in wood’s quality by mistaking it for trees.  

And till one is denied this distilled wisdom and His abundant Grace,
There is only going round and round merrily and eternally as if in Space,
With false knowledge, undue pride, thrill & fear and in perfect entertainment maze.

(Alas Oh Lord why hast thou forsaken me? cried out our poor Raju) 

Ekalvya alias Vichu