The Child of Eternity

An undeciphered song, playing on its lips,

Laughing still through its stumbles and trips,

An unspoken name within its heart,

Its only weapon from the nebulous start,

The golden child buried in the mud,

Lay a splendid flower in an unassuming bud,

Armed with a name yet it knew not,

Seeking a cryptic word, in the earth tangle caught.

Sometimes drowning but not quite,

Always salvaged by a hidden Mother might,

The lashing rains’ ominous drawl, 

Stunts its stride into a frightened crawl,

The fury of the crashing thunder,

Forces the veiled name to go still under,

Fear a dark sea, looming at large, 

Hungering to consume the golden barge,

Until the hidden name is visible made,

And the ancient debt by a sweep of grace paid,

The Eternal child re-finds its eternity

Its home in the boundless depths of infinity,

And sees the sacred name scrolled across all,

And hears in the lashing rain, its ancient Mother’s call,

A light is glimpsed at darkness’ core.

The child of Eternity at last can say, “I am afraid no more.”

- Anahita Sanjana (India)