Come what May

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