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.
There glow the three virtues again-
My guides of Focus, Belief, and Bond.-
I feel enroute on a spiritual path
and inhale the freedom of my soul.
Aligning the vibrations with Thee,
Nativity recurs within my being.
So, build Bethlehem in your hearts,
and each day of life be Christmas.
Oh, Almighty Nirankar, I bow to you,
celebrating the ray of your light born.
Thy word glows the same through
A candle, a lamp, or the star,
Then, it must, and it does, enlighten
equally, each and every heart.

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