Poems of Narad

Paris Blessing

We stepped on the cobbled stones Thy feet had pressed
And under the shade of trees that watched Thee pass,
Through lanes remembering all Thy hands had blessed
And the tender recollection of the grass.

Treasured moments spent in thoughts of Thee
And memories more lasting than the years,
A smile that lifted us in dignity
To dwell in supramental atmospheres.

Thus have we lived again an eternal day,
A moment on earth where Thy feet had trod,
Traced a line of the supernal Ray
And walked upon the avenues of God.

Recalling our visit to the place where The Mother was born, the atelier where She lived with Morisset and Her last residence before leaving for India.