'He'

There are teachers, and there Teachers. Some teach, some help us learn. Some teach, some touch our lives to change them forever. Here's a poem I wrote some years back, a humble tribute to my (spiritual) Teacher.

He

He is love,
He is peace,
He is the ocean, so vast, so deep.

He is a smile,
He is laughter,
He is tears of joy and surrender.

He is a friend,
He is a neighbour,
He is a parent, nourishing forever.

He praises,
He admonishes,
He pampers and spoils.

H lifts and soars our spirits high,
He instills faith and boosts our pride.

He is a whip which keeps us in check,
He is a magic wand that casts on us a spell.

He is a teacher, who loves and reprimands,
He is a harness that keeps our feet on the ground.

He is the light,
He is the pointer,
He is the way too.

He points out the road less travelled by
Urging us to go on, walk in your own light.

- Rukma