Sept. 26, 2014
As a child remembering the snow-drift skies In the silence and serenity of night, The crystal window dazzling to the eyes And all his morning world bedecked in white.
Older now the seasons take their toll But the child within the man remains And waits upon the Spring within his soul Honours the hours, bears the body's pains.
For joy was born in consecrated birth And life in all its rushing beauty came In the fragrance and the destiny of earth When first her heard Her voice and spoke her name.
At Her Feet he knelt in that small Darshan room She who alone would save the world from doom.
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