Nostalgia

I’m not always full of jealousy when I see the others basking in your grace.  Sometimes, if I concentrate hard enough, I can still remember that exact feeling. As I gaze across this vista, those blessed few, through their sights and sounds allow me to access my memory store; for the days when it was I, the participant in this most magnificent of productions.

In this sliver of time, I can only manage to vaguely remember this bliss.  I know this recall only comes finitely, so allow me to rejoice. Allow me to remember when the wind would talk through my leaves and give me your message.  When the rain would fall drop by drop and shower me with your grace, when the transient birds would lend me their vision so I could see your vast creation.  Even my roots retain their memories of your once over flowing waters. Oh the nostalgia.

And just like that, as I try to dig deeper and take pleasure in these memories, my time expires.  I am brought crashing back into my existence. Father, if this was my eventual situation, why did you grant me the initial bliss?  It would have been easier for you to not give me anything so I could not have known of your potential.  But beaten, desiccated and shriveled, I can only languish here while I ask you to grant this old, fading mortal one more  deliberation;

How then, can this incapacitated being 

make it up the mountain?

It is unfathomable, for such a spectacle as this to occur.

Dear Father, grantor of infinite mercy, 

hear this humble soul's plea,

Grant me your unmerited grace, so that 

I too can be in reunion.

-Guru Arjan Dev Jee (S.G.G.S 278)