I STILL DON'T LOVE YOU by Urmila Devi Dasi

I was stuck in Heathrow Airport for about nine hours after an eight-hour flight…

Then there were the nine hours of being stuck in a plane on a frozen runway before that, and other flights before that. I was tired, sweaty, and altogether wondering if I would ever make it to my destination of Vrindavana, India, or if my luggage would. I did; it didn't.

But, anyway, in the airport, waiting for my detoured flight to Thailand, I felt solace and happiness at watching the many passengers wearing varieties of religious clothing, just as I was. In that mood, I wrote this piece:

I Still Don’t Love You

Everything in life, Lord, you direct

Though not seeing you we quickly forget

How you’re everywhere and in everything

And all life’s situation happiness brings

To one who never fails to see your grace

The author pictured on right

Evidence even in the filth of this place

So many, Lord, try to come to you

I see them around me—Muslim, Hindu and Jew

They wear their symbols and garb as I do

Telling the world worship is your due

Their sentiments inspire, I pay them respect

And know I still don’t love you, not yet!

Photography by Peggy Abrams

Urmila Devi Dasi (Dr. Edith Best) has been practicing bhakti yoga since 1973 and travels the world teaching the science of the Bhagavad Gita and the practical application of bhakti to life. She has a PhD in education and has three decades of experience teaching primary and secondary students, which include 19 years of experience as a school administrator and leader. She has published Vaikuntha Children, a guidebook for devotional education, The Great Mantra for Mystic Meditation, dozens of articles, and Dr. Best Learn to Read, an 83 book complete literacy program with technology enabling the story books to speak in 25 languages at the touch of a special “pen”. Urmila and her husband, Pratyatosa, have three grown married children and eleven grandchildren. In 1996, Urmila and Pratyatosa entered the renounced order of life, or vanaprastha, in Sanskrit. You may connect with her through her website here, or subscribe to her on Facebook.

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