Worship me not, I’m

merely a sign-post

showing the way.


pitch-black sky

inspiring sages

on toilsome trek.


And speak of me

never more highly than,

nor distract from,

the Awesome One

I point towards –

bright Morning Star

heaven’s effulgent Son


Mine is a borrowed radiance,

bright reflection of

Another’s greater glory –

intrinsically his own.

Brilliantly inexpressible

universally observable

uniquely his alone


Give worship only to

the deserving One, who

divesting Himself

of deity’s attributes,

graced an alienated world

with life  indescribable,

emissions of pure light and love.