You Exist In His Presence Poem by Saju Abraham

Even as you garner points after points
Your opponent draws a blank
Wouldn't your conscience spare him a point?
Then what of the Invincible?
Wouldn't he pick up the vanquished?

Even as you amass wealth in avarice
The beggar prays for a penny in the bowl
Wouldn't you dropp a penny in his bowl?
Then what of the God of abundance?
Wouldn't he see the dearth in you?

Even as a mother goes mindless
Of her baby screaming to be fed
Wouldn't she know when he baby needs milk?
Then what of the Keeper of the bounty?
Wouldn't he spread the banquet for you?

Even as a tired father gives upon an erring son
And the son slides further into danger
Wouldn't he rescue him from doom?
Then what of the All-merciful?
Wouldn't he be the last straw for you?

Know you then that he has let nothing to chance
You merely exist in his presence.