India, Our State Of Grace Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

India, Our State of Grace

I left the heat and humidity,
Mosquitoes and the monsoon rain,
Returned to a cold but friendly land
Where I was welcomed back again.
It is gentler here, the body at ease.
The pressure less and less the pain,
But there the soul is witness to
The future that on earth shall be
When we have left the past to die.
We who live in eternity
Must find the one who lives in us,
Be done with such stupidity
To speak of things we do not know
Yet believe we truly understand.
A day shall come when all shall see
The miracle our souls demand
A vessel of the High command
Who knows earth as our dwelling place
And India our state of grace.