His Loving Gaze

From a very young age I have been known to be a poised person, not one to be taken over by impulse. But post delivering my son 15 months ago, my hormones have been raging like that of a teenager. And there are no words to describe how it is to feel like a 17 year old in a 31 year old physical form - where you have to 'adult' (verb form usage mean act like an adult) with people around you, especially your spouse who is super-adulting due to his corporate work environment where he spends close to 10 hours a day. 'Frustrating' describes this situation rather mildly.

Nevertheless, like it or not, one needs to deal with 'it' as you have mouths(and hungry stomachs) to feed, and a baby to be taken care of  which necessitates the need for atleast some amount of stable mind and rational thinking.  And the only way to do that is to channelise the surplus swinging temperament into something creative. So here is a poem I wrote recently -

His Loving Gaze

His loving gaze

That melts you from inside

That warms your heart

That fills you with hope and strength

That reassures you that He is there for you

That makes sure you are protected. Always.

That sometimes turns into "I told you to listen to me" look

That traces your curves as you do your morning stretch

That turns away when you turn and look for it

That you have learnt to sense from your heart

That you want to enjoy eye to eye

That is cast upon you only exactly when you look away

That, by now, you have learnt to enjoy through the corner of your eye

That is as warm as his embrace

His Loving Gaze, His Loving Grace

When reading the above please read every line to begin with the phrase 'His loving gaze'

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