I love these deep and authentic poems by my dear sister and friend, Ananda Vrndavan.
She is present to each moment, observing her life with an introspective eye.
She is our community president here in Washington, DC. ~ Rukmini Walker
by Ananda Vrndavan Devi
I heard the man’s jeans sweep against the floor
As he moved towards the altar with a weary air
Stood and then knelt in quiet heaviness
What is happening in his life I thought?
What is happening in all our lives?
At least let us keep moving
Towards the Lord
Come what may