The Bell Must Ring in the Heart and Echo in the Soul : Merry Christmas in Sikhi Spirit

Sitting at the foothill,
I ask myself-
Why the star show me no longer
the path to green pastures?
Why I stumble over my own shadow,
for I see the glow no more?
Yet, a wordless whisper resounds,
and I hear the silence loud.
‘Don’t be a sponge for petty pity.
Own your karmas, and get to work.’
My heartbeat felt resuscitated,
Oh, how I forgot to live the life!  
I felt my spirits lifted on wings,
gently reviving my ascent again-
however small the steps taken,
Yet my faith took a great leap.
‘I must reach the top of the hill’,
I wished, I held, I know I shall.
The luscious verdure is awaiting.
I follow the star of luminous hope.
Blessing is in the voyage taken,
so long, you hear the zenith calls.
The three wise virtues guide-
through Focus, Belief, and Bond.
I feel enroute on a spiritual path
and inhale the freedom of soul.
Alignment with the Supreme feels
like nativity recurring within me.
So, build Bethlehem in your hearts,
and each day of life be Christmas.
Oh, Almighty Nirankar, I celebrate
the birth of your light in my core.
Thy word glows the same through
A candle, a lamp, a star, or a soul.
Then, it must, and it does, illumine
each and every heart across.

Wishing all my readers a very Happy Christmas and a Prosperous New Year- 2026.