When near Thee with impassioned heart Thy arms outstretched in Grace to me My gratitude did fill each part And all my failures fell by Thee.
My worthless hands replied in kind To reach their awkwardness to Thee Then touched and held the moment blind, My forehead bowed upon Thy knee.
From silence came the voice to say, "Thank you, Mother", a simple phrase Mid a golden smile through a golden ray I rose fulfilled in Thy diamond gaze.
Aditi, sweet perfection's power Unveiled in God's tremendous hour.
First published in Mother India - May 1972
Poems Undated (1727)
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