The Vaijayanti Mala Beads

 
The Hands bestowed upon me,
Seeds of hope auspicious, 
With love, I planted the tiny ones, 
In soil’s womb they cozily fathomed.
Stretching arms in Earth’s Heaven. 
In the journey to blossom.
The seeds burgeoned, 
Leaves sprout anew, 
And soon the beads appear
“Vaijayantimala”, I say with 
much cheer. 
Under Nature’s canopy 
Joined in the thread of divinity, 
They hold a power of silence 
with serenity.  
One bead of peace, another of patience 
One bead of of faith, another of devotion. 
They are the beads of universal 
consciousness; 
A quiet cascade like blessings 
strung with prayer, 
Their presence connects me to 
The Divine higher.
How in life too, 
Some people are like seeds of hope,
Giving us strength, 
Without really saying much.
By Avani Sapre