WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

The sun, by God, does neither rise nor set,
But through your love, my very breath finds grace.
No dawn unfolds, no dusk can I forget,
Without your essence filling time and space.
And when I turn to speak, a thought to send,
My lips are temples where your spirit dwells.
Each whispered word, a truth without an end,
A sacred chorus that my being swells.
For in your touch, the cosmos I discern,
A universe unfolding in your gaze.
My soul, entwined, has nothing more to learn
Than paths you light through life's enchanted maze.
Thus, in each breath and every spoken plea,
My love, my life, my God, resides in thee.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI