The Mother - Past-Present-Future


O Silent Love...*


Because You never claim of us a tear,

O silent Love, how often we forget

The eyes of countless centuries were wet

To bring Your smile so near!


Forgive if I remember not the blaze,

Imperishable, perfect, infinite,

Of far Omnipotence from which You lit

Your lamp of human face!


Make me a worship-vigil everywhere,

Slumber and wakefulness one memory

That You are God: O let each pore of me

Become a mouth of prayer!


* Mother India, November 1974.


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