WHEN ALL SEEM TO BE LOST

Our refuge in distress, our solace when disconsolate we are, our rudder in life and our destination, too. Holy Mother is the reason why I am yet there on the face of this earth despite insurmountable odds in life that I have had to overcome. She remains the essence of my existence, the source, the course and the estuary of my meandering flow. So is she for all who suffer in life, who endure the agony of life's myriad maladies.

Is there a malady that Mother's love cannot cure? Is there a debility that the holy touch cannot absorb and set free the errant soul to ramble again in the hills and the dales of life? Mother's love is her grace, ever flowing like the cascading water down the hills, like the streaming flow of the Ganga, like the scented breeze of the honey-heavy springtime, coursing through us in torrents, caressing as it cures us of life's consequences. There is a hope in life, an anchor in desperation when life itself seems to be slipping away and a secure foothold once again in the uncharted path of one's evolution with Mother holding the hand and leading us unto the light.

Such a one had descended out of her unfathomable love for her children and such a one has not since departed despite her seeming disappearance but is ever with us, faintly visible through the darkening clouds of depression but never failing to shower her monsoon grace to freshen up flora and enliven the flickering flame of life.

I have traversed through the rough and the murky meanders of life, the deep dark tunnel of never-ending depression, of a darkening consciousness where not a flicker of hope or light seeps through and a failing faltering step merely advances to retreat. And yet in the terrible dungeon of depression a voice seemed to be calling, softly in whispers, beckoning me on to the invisible end of this perilous pathway, and I responded to the call. That is her grace and that is the grace of the earthly mother, too, who ever abides by the side of the child even as the Divine Mother abides by her.