The Mother - Past-Present-Future

This Secret Splendour*

Thou hast withdrawn with flying golden banners,

Golden trumpets with music mute—

Our hearts lie injured, bleeding—a barren world—

A Krishna with a voiceless flute!

I have loved Thee for these forty years and more,

But now is still Thy radiant smiling face.

Reveal to us the meaning of this secret splendour,

The mystery of Thy seeming withdrawal of Grace.

Yes, merely "seeming" to our stunned saddened eyes—

For, Thy eternal glorious Promise we know.

Thy undying Consciousness pervades all time,

Only the beloved outer being is now laid low.

Thou art still the Keeper of our souls,

Of our very lives the Treasury—

Those two fragile hands the Safety of our universe.

Our inner citadel rests for ever in Thee!

MINNIE N. CANTEENWALLA

*Mother India, December 5,1973.

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