Tuesday night, 19th May, 2009, Akshitha lacerated her eyelid. Though her laceration cleaved me then, I now realize that, the Avatar must have worked out a major tragedy through a minor nick.
Just A millimetre
My baby injured herself last night,
She lacerated her right eye-lid;
Just a millimetre above her eye-lash,
A millimetre from destiny’s bid.
As the blood trickled down her cheek
And shrieks ran around the place;
I stood and stared, then rushed unfazed,
She had been saved by Divine Grace.
While the hospital doctors checked and tested,
And wondered at this incredible miss;
I realized her fate had no doubt been averted,
And the unseen hand was undoubtedly His.
As she sleeps soundly by me now,
Pristine, unattached and unaffected;
I look to Him in awe and wonder,
At the play that had just been enacted.
For, her design is in His very hands,
And though we are thankless to mention;
He steers her over life’s catastrophes,
With every timely nick and laceration.
For, I was there yesterday
And yet it mattered next to nothing;
She has her future to sojourn,
Where my prayer will remain but a farthing.
For, in spite of what we accomplish,
And how we gloriously enact our every whim;
We have to sustain the realization,
That we owe it all to Him.
Millimeters from appalling tragedy,
Seconds from eternal pain;
He guides and guards us throughout,
How do we repay our gain?
We live our lives in astonishing delusion,
Controlling little beyond ignorant actions;
While the unseen Hand sways throughout,
And makes all the decisions.