A Morning At Harmandir Sahib Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the stillness before the dawn,
Where the Golden Temple softly shone,
Amrit walked with steps so light,
Into the early morning light.

The marble floor beneath her feet,
Felt cool, calm, and oh, so sweet.
With every sweep, a prayer she gave,
In every act, her soul was brave.

The hymns arose, the kirtan pure,
A melody that would endure.
The Guru's words filled up the sky,
And peace descended from on high.

The sacred book in silk arrayed,
A golden path before it laid.
She watched in awe, her heart in sync,
With every beat, she paused to think.

In the kitchen, pots began to stir,
And hands of many worked with her.
Each chop, each stir, a humble plea,
For all to share in harmony.

The sun arose, the temple glowed,
And through the air, devotion flowed.
Amrit stood still, her heart now whole,
For here she found her peaceful soul.

In service, in song, in every prayer,
She felt a love beyond compare.
A morning spent in grace, in bliss,
A life fulfilled in moments like this.