Paris Blessing

We stepped on the cobbled stones Thy feet had pressed

And under the shade of trees that watched Thee pass,

Through lanes remembering all Thy hands had blessed

And the tender recollection of the grass.

Treasured moments spent in thoughts of Thee

And memories more lasting than the years,

A smile that lifted us in dignity

To dwell in supramental atmospheres.

Thus have we lived again an eternal day,

A moment on earth where Thy feet had trod,

Traced a line of the supernal Ray

And walked upon the avenues of God.

Recalling our visit to the place where The Mother was born, the atelier where She lived with Morisset and Her last residence before leaving for India.