Every Single Time

where hope dangles from
the last strand of a battered thread,
when fear trumps belief,
and hope is all but lost,
he appears in unseen, unexpected ways,
breathing life into hope, 
breathing hope into life.
every single time

when living stops, 
and existence begins, 
when the guilt of karma 
weighs one down, 
when fear of loss is heavier
than the tallest of the mountains,
when breath becomes short,
and strength vanishes from the knees,
strange are his ways, 
he ushers blessings into the impossible
and ushers the impossible into blessings,
every single time

when the wounds are deep, 
and the pains, 
overflowing and overwhelming, 
when sleep fails, 
and tears flow like a gusty flood,
and prayers are relentless, 
he steps out of the stone,
and the wood,
scripts the unbelievable, 
weaves the surreal,
blessing miracles through healing,
blessing healing through miracles,
every single time

when hope is battered 
by storms,
and belief and faith and trust
by tsunamis,
when healings and memories,
face the peril of being washed away, 
he showers his melting,
and wields his pen, 
and scripts the game, yet again,
to finally toss the sunshine off the waves,
and wave the sunshine back to life,
to spring life into the wood,
and to spring life from the woods,
to add life to years, 
and to add years to life!
every. single. time.



© sashikant mohanty