Some Things Change Some Do Not Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

Pensive and aimless
I loitered on the shore.

I watched the sea receding quietly for the night,
And the sky blooming with random plumes of red sunset sheen.
The air cool and fragrant,
I felt good.

And I asked myself
What would I ask God if all on a sudden
He was to appear before me?

I looked at the sea for an answer,
Helpless from constant churning all day
It had almost succumbed to an opiating slumber.

The sky was too busy wielding its brushes in the sunset
Wonton of colours
Creating phantasmagoric sculptures of vanishing forms
And dreams.
The hills and the mountains,
And the flowers and the bees had lowered their flags for the day.

There was only me, what should I ask him
On this day of all days?
Nothing.
Swept by a profound silence,
I realised the uselessness of my prayer.

For I saw once in a dream
I was standing on a hill facing a cross,
And saw my father's benign eyes.
I knew then my destiny, it was written on that cross,
Let your will be done!