Aditi - March 24, 1972

When near Thee with impassioned heart

Thy arms outstretched in Grace to me

My gratitude did fill each part

And all my failures fell by Thee.

My worthless hands replied in kind

To reach their awkwardness to Thee

Then touched and held the moment blind,

My forehead bowed upon Thy knee.

From silence came the voice to say,

"Thank you, Mother", a simple phrase

Mid a golden smile through a golden ray

I rose fulfilled in Thy diamond gaze.

Aditi, sweet perfection's power

Unveiled in God's tremendous hour.

First published in Mother India - May 1972