My search for God


I searched for God in various buildings and in halls,
But could not find him anywhere,
Maybe I had the wrong address,
For I could not feel the divine in there.

I searched for God in various institutions,
But all were lead by heads of men,
When I asked them where would I find God,
They said 'put some money in the chest, we will speak only then."

I searched for God in various chants,
I said them out, clear and loud,
All I found was an aching throat and disturbed neighbours,
May be God doesn't want to hear what ever I was saying aloud.

I searched for God in various rituals,
Burning candles, incense sticks and coal,
In the rising smoke I tried to catch a glimpse of God,
"your heart may not be pure, or you haven't yet received the call of God", I was told.

Disappointed I took a walk down the lane,
A hungry boy there was asking for food,
In the smile on his face, as I shared my food with him,
I saw a glimpse of God, I thought may be God resides in a deed that is good.

As I walked a little further I saw,
An old woman struggling to carry her bags on her own,
I helped carry her bags to her home,
I felt that God was there around, when she softly said, "Bless you my son."

As I sat on a bench tired from my walk,
I saw a thirsty dog trying to lick some water dripping from a tap,
I gave him water from the bottle I had, and I saw a glimpse of God,
When he came to me and with so much affection put his head on my lap.

As I started on my way from the park,
I couldn't help but notice a man weeping in the dark,
I offered a patient hearing and shared some positive thoughts,
I saw a glimpse of God when he said, he felt better in his heart.

That evening I was struck by a thought,
As I looked at my self in the mirror,
May be God is inside me,
And I searched in vain outside, there and here.

Sitting in peace I realised that night,
God resides in every being and in every thing that lives,
He resides in every act of kindness and in every good deed,
In every act of love, and Where the man who has plenty, shares and to others he gives. 

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