We aspire through the medium of flowers And on the marble coping lay our prayers Attending not the minutes nor the hours Or all the pressing needs of life's affairs.
We kneel and raise our fragrant offerings Solemnly among the incense spires And ask in human ways for human things Healing of the ill, the heart's desires,
Decent of peace into our fractured breasts Or strength to face finalities of fate. In a hundred tongues our calls like fiery crests Arise and in each body re-create
The plenary consecration and the Flame To lift the spirit on devotion's wings, In every form and face invoke the Name, The Presence that a true surrender brings.
We dwell in that pellucid atmosphere Free from the burden of the ages' toil In silence rapt the mystic voice to hear And God's soft tread upon our mortal soil.
First published in Mother India - August 2003
Poems Undated (1727)
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