fहndi - Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya

4. THE CHURCHIn the emptiness of the churchI stand near your imagewith folded hands Dear God.Your lean body hanging on the crossweakens my morale.I get depressed, O Jesus...strange it is... that...in front of your great sacrificemy own humble mortal selfshrinks and becomes hollowas your serene image questionsmy faith in humanity.In the silence of the hallan echo of haunting prayers of the pastfills up the narrow corridors of Churchbut in spite of that mystic attractionstrange as it is...my thoughts about myselfoverpower my consciousnessWill you forgive me, My Christas I am not any antagonistic personfgndi •I think of ‘me’ ‘my life’ ‘my worries’but not the gracious you, your blessings, O God.The chiming church bells dispel my obsessionfalling on my accumulated memories...strange it is... that...subconsciously I chant...Gayatri mantraunaware of the limitatioins of the Church.but this is the only ritual,the only mantra deep rooted in my heartIt only brings me closer to your glorious selfApril-June 2013 :: 71