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 a...
Women's Spiritual Poetry