Communion Poem by ashok jadhav

I went at dawn where the river bends,
While mist lay thin on meadow ground;
The earth was hushed, yet all alive
With breathing leaves and waking sound.
The hills stood calm like listening friends,
The sun rose slow with gentle flame;
No voice I heard, yet something spoke
And softly called me by my name.
I sat beside an old peepal tree,
Its roots held time, its branches prayer;
The wind passed through its trembling leaves
And placed its quiet in my care.
The stream ran clear with silver thought,
It told me grief must always flow;
That hearts, like waters, heal with time
When left to wander, not held slow.
A bird looked down with fearless eye,
As if it knew my secret fears;
Its simple song fell drop by drop
And washed the dust of restless years.
No book, no bell, no human word
Could teach what earth that hour made plain:
That I am part of sky and soil,
Of joy and loss, of sun and rain.
So when I rose, I was not whole
As I had been in crowded days;
For something vast now walked with me—
The world within, the world's embrace.