Pritha's pomes

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To touch the face of the Divine

Rocks with a million stories untold,
Sunsets that paint the valleys gold.

Still waters that run way deep,
Secrets of the universe within, they keep.

When time stands still as a million stars shine,
Maybe just for a fleeting moment,
you touched the face of the Divine…

(July 2nd 2011: saw a glimpse of the universe in all its splendor and quiet dignity while on a night cruise along Colorado River – will remain one of the most humbling experiences of my life …)