by Pranitha Devi Wickins
(Pietermaritzburg; kwazulu Natal, South Africa)
I love my beautiful culture It's the essence of my style The jewelry and punjabies The saries brighten my smile
I was born a North Indian A Hindu, if you will My people are my mentors My roots I could never kill
I love the celebration of light The remembrance of the dead The grace of the women The bryani we are fed
The lessons that are taught Are of love and generosity And humility and peace being roads to prosperity
The only thing I lacked To complete the wholeness of my being Is a more personal friendship with my maker, upon whom I could lean
Behold, I found my precious saviour, His Spirit, My Lord He listens and he guides me, my Redeemer, my God I will always have my culture Of which I am so proud And now I found my Heavenly Father Who seeks me in the crowd
He doesn't judge the clothes I wear Or the language that I speak And he doesn't seem to really care If I eat chicken curry or stewed beef.
But he searches every corner Of my mind and soul and being And lets me know in no uncertain terms Of any negatives he is seeing
In the quietness of my stillness I hear his gentle prompting As he disciplines and guides me No curses or strange hauntings!
I feel him smiling gently When, dressed in my favorite sari I kneel down at his alter And we speak without hurry.
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