When I Live

In a trice or a long contemplation,
The twinkle of an eye or a day long,
Maybe an indefinite time,
Whichever it could be,
I call it my moment,
The moment when I live

Down I lay all tranquil,
Gazing in adoration at the ambiance of nature,
A peace so solid, it speaks
The incessant noise of creatures,
Mingled with the trickle of flowing streams
And at its epitome,
The pomp and glory of birds chirping melodies,
The moment when Iive

Among congregants, hungering
Thirsty for anything to quench,
Then it sweeps across, this inexplicable force,
Can't stand it or stand on my feet,
At this moment

Away from my familiar self,
On my frail shaky knees, even laying prostate,
All teary, sweaty and trembling with fear,
Uttering.....
Before you I am defenseless, my creator
In my moment of life

Oh life! Where is your mercy?
When you don't make sense,
And I crawl into fantasy,
Bringing into life those moments,
When everything stands still,
Because I am alive