By Sacinandana Swami
Once God came to the earth
To give his love to the man
In the last house of the street.
Weeks went by, then months,
Until the man’s cheeks turned into beautiful roses
Like a young expectant bride.
He would not speak about it
But his eyes shone like the sun and the moon.
Strange things happened around
His house near the forest.
People saw flocks of peacocks.
His fruit trees would grow new fruits
After the old ones had fallen.
And an atmosphere of calm and love
Came into the heart of all who passed by – even the critics.
The night stars went crazy with bliss
And threw themselves across the sky.
Once the local priest came by – sceptical and worried
And saw the man sitting outside in the sun, smiling.
Going mad with excitement.
Singing and dancing, he shouted: I have seen! I have seen!
The priest told his colleagues from the school in town.
They came to inspect the man and compare his words
With their texts of right and wrong.
They all declared: Impossible! He is a charlatan!
And so it goes, since time immemorial…
But God keeps visiting the earth again and again.
And He leans over His creation
Like the mother over the bed of her small baby.
Whispering: Grow, grow, grow.