Life is a mystery

Diary entry by my father made on 3.6.2002

17

Grow old with me

The best is yet to be

The last of life for which the first was made

Our times are in His hands

Who saith "A whole I planned youth shows but half"

Trust God: see all, nor be afraid

18

Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone

I hear you call my name

And it feels like home

O Lady! we receive but what we give

And in our life alone does nature live

19

A flower lifts its face to the sun

And opens up to warmth

It drinks in the flow of the rain

And grows as it stretches forth

The flower never looks behind

To the shadow it will cast

So we should always look ahead

And not dwell in the the time that past

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.