Diary

Surgery Day – Sept. 28, 1998-3

10:15 a.m.

Three hours have passed since she left the room and I have remained here at the window, pen in hand, writing these thoughts and prayers as they come through, watching the joyous mockingbird on the high tops of trees sing his infinite variations of joy and I feel that if my songs of healing are accepted by the Lord, you will be healed and through the pain and tears draw ever nearer to Him. My love and my songs go forth to thee. Rest lovely soul on the peace of his bosom and in the lap of our Mother.

10:20 a.m.

Now the rain unceasingly descends

And through its cleansing streams the earth and sky

Of its purifying essence do partake,

And I beloved stand alone, my cry

To wash away the doubt that sears and rends.

10:25 a.m.

How we wept that night of the doctor's foreboding call, promising no hope for life. The shock I saw within your eyes, your face, your body rigid with the dawning reality of his words, cleaved my heart. Your first words were: "It's so beautiful (looking out the window at the woods, the lake, the trees) I don't want to leave you." You then said: "If I could pour my whole being into you, I would never leave you." Through the flow of tears there came also the touch of the Presence, bringing us closer than ever before, and now, we are truly united in our love and aspiration for the Supramental path. There is no darkness light cannot overcome and I know, exquisite soul, that you will ever walk in loveliness and light.