At Your Feet, O Shiva

Before the sun has rose the sky
Before the birds begin to sing
I come with folded hands, my Lord
With nothing... but my offering

No pearls I bring, no crown of gold
No palace built in dazzling light
Just a heart that longs for You
To guide me through each day and night

A little water fills my palms
It flows upon Your sacred image
As every drop touches Your feet
I feel I'm never quite alone

A Bilva leaf, so fresh and green
A flower gathered with great care
You see not what my hands have brought
But all the love that's hidden there

The fragrant lamp begins to glow
Its gentle flame dances in the air
May wisdom shine within my heart
And burn away despair and fear

I hear the sacred temple bell
Its echoes calm my restless mind
The world outside may rush and race
But peace with You I always find

"Om Namah Shivaya" fills my breath
Each chant becomes my soul's delight
The more I call upon Your name
The brighter grows my inner light

                              -- Sunil Kumar D.