You are the comfort of my soul in the season of sorrow.

Hyderabad: 17 July 2023: You are the comfort of my soul in the season of sorrow.

You are the wealth of my spirit in the heartbreak of loss.

The unimaginable.

The unknowable.

That is what you give my soul when it moves in your direction.

By your grace my eyes have looked upon eternity.

O Beloved, how could this crumbling empire

ever take me from you?

The voice that sings your name is sweeter than midnight sleep, more graceful than the song of a royal poet.

When deep in prayer my faith is bound by the thought of you, not the seven verses of faith.

You greet sinners with mercy.

You melt stone hearts with love.

If I were offered a kingdom and the world's riches were placed at my feet I would bow with my face low and say,

This does not compare to His love!

Union is the pure wine.

My life is the cup.

Without your wine what use is this cup?

I once had a thousand desires, but in my one desire to know you all else melted away.

The pure essence of your being has taken over my heart and soul.

Now there is no second or third, only the sound of your sweet cry.

Through your grace I have found a treasure within myself.

I have found the truth of the Unseen world.

I have come upon the eternal ecstasy.

I have gone beyond the ravages of time.

I have become one with you!

Now my heart sings,

I am the soul of the world.

From my first breath I have longed for Him.

This longing has become my life.

This longing has seen me grow old...

But one mention of Beloved and all my youth comes back to me.