Towards Sri Krishna's Call

From the voices of the earth I hear a cry,

A poignant call for peace as war runs on,

Muffled by the violence, devoid

Of harmony, and beauty and delight.

And yet what I have seen is also true,

Nobility and truth define the man,

Sacrifice and service pave his way,

Surrender to a light not yet his own

Or hidden by the outer sheath of flesh.

The day of reckoning will be one of joy

When we shall turn towards Sri Krishna's call,

Aspire as the flower to the light,

As the sea returns to union with the land

And earth rejuvenates with marvel hues,

Magnificence and majesty divine.