June 2012
Now you are gone from the place that called your soul But I shall never forget when first we met Your beacon of light brightening my days. Recalling your indomitable will The inner support that lifted the choir's voice And though your body weakened by life's blows You sang the OM in those great choral eves When all who came felt descending peace Enter in the space behind the heart. I saw your hands of strength gripping the rails As you dragged your wounded legs up the stairs To enter the room where we for an hour sang Calling down a music from above. You were a bulwark for us all, of faith, And in your eyes the flame of love was bright. When you could no longer navigate the stairs Or use your legs to climb up to the room You sat and with your strong arms step by step Pushed yourself up, asking none for aid. Then at the top we held you and you walked Slowly with a strong determined grace And we with silent gratitude were moved. Ved Prakash I will remember you Among the great of soul who passed our way, The radiance of truth surrounding you, Our lives forever immeasurably enriched. And through these halting words I honour you.
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