A LETTER TO MY GOD🔗

Let me write my wounded feelings and depressed thoughts, to the Divine Healer. God You left me in a world of confusion. I am in the midst of people with ego and pride of riches and intelligence. They are masters in the art of great shows and engaged in the business of ego enrichment. Insults wounded my heart and pains made cuts on my mind.

God! My beloved Master! All the girls of my age are teasing me. They say that I am not good looking. I am not beautiful. How blind are they? Every cell in my body reflects your image. Every nerve under my skin carries your message. Hay! Prince of Grace! I am filled with your grace. I am sure; I am the most beautiful girl in the world. I pity those you cannot see your grace in every child of You, as all are your unique creation.

Hay! Lord of Love! My friends are worrying about me because my skin is dark. They call me 'Blacky' and are laughing at me. My mind, heart and soul are sanctified and purified in the showers of your blessings. My body and soul are purified with your nectory words. I feel sorry for them because they are too deaf to listen to your prayers in my heart beat and your name in my every breath.

My beloved Protector and Caretaker! My companions are commenting that I am illiterate. How is it true? Master, I can write your name and read your prayers. Hay Genus of the Universe, God of Cosmic Wisdom, don't you know that any word in any language on this Planet is your name? But these highly educated illiterates cannot understand this simple truth. They say that I am illiterate because I don't have university degrees. But they don't know that I am the holder of the highest degree in the university of Bliss.

My God and my Teacher! People around me say that I am an orphan. When you are there for me how can I be an orphan? Don't they know that You are my father, mother, brother, companion, teacher and everything? All your people are my relatives. How can I convince these narrow minded, frozen heart people? My Lord! My beloved God! Men and women in my society abandoned me because I am poor. How can they say that I am poor when I am able to build a temple to my God in my heart? Hay! God of all Wealth, when you are in that temple I will be the richest person in the world. I wish to tell them that their billions of money, gold, diamonds etc. are not equal to one affectionate glance of my God. Their wealth, fame, name, status become dull and vanishes in the light of my Master's beautiful smile. When you are in my heart no billionaire in the world can overtake me in wealth and richness.

God! Almighty! I pray to You with folded hands, humble heart and bowed head to grant me your Blessings and Love instead of university certificates, intelligence and wisdom. Assure me your care and protection instead of wealth, power, name and status. Give me shelter in your temple; let me serve you with my heart and soul.

With deep prayers, lots of love and sincere devotion. Your daughter