God Came To My Home Poem by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN
God Came To My Home
Bent with age and in rags
He came to my home at lunch time
He begged for a morsel of food
For his hungry stomach
His eyes were dim and small,
his voice was feeble and halting.
With pity, I called him in
to share my meals so simple
I saw a light and smile
rise on his face, after our meal,
like the sun rising in the eastern sky,
and in that golden glow I saw him.
The kind Lord came to bless my home.
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4/26/2024 2:41:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
interesting read Sakthi.