God is infinite in many varities and in all forms--
But God as Shiva is who called to me and holds
My heart.


I feel his presence all around me,
In good times and bad-- watching over 
His naive Western child.


I know not of the Eastern ways, but I
Know he understands-- He holds it not
Against me.


I see myself in worship of Him--
In nature, on my knees,
Head lowered in respect to Him.


Then, looking skyward, I lift my
Hands toward Heaven and open them--
The wind carries my offering of fresh 
Lotus petals straight to Lord Shiva.


My eyes close and my head bows again,
And I see Him smiling, as if He will
Grant a boon in return.


He waves His trident, as if to pass
Over my head, and a light spring rain
Falls upon my skin-- as if He is sending
The Ganges' heavenly waters streaming from
His hair, straight down to shower me with
His blessings.


I hear the beat of His drum as my heart 
Feels a tug, as if He would say
"I have heard your prayer-- I will never
Abandon you.  I will always protect and
Be with you, my precious child."


Aum Namah Siva.