2005-0000 Poem ‘Dear Holy Mother’ by the French Collective Presented at 2005-0828 Śhrī Kṛiṣhṇa Pūjā, NJ, U.S.A. from the 2005-1125 and 1202 The Australian Sahaja Yoga Newsletter, Page 1

When Your children listen delicately
to the perfect pink peace of morning,
we hear in the timeless solace
that all is in celebration of Your Name.

When Your children pass meekly upon
the footsteps of history’s rugged roads,
we witness the years of sweet discovery
seeking ever to arrive at this Divine Hour.

When Your children follow gently
the whispers of angels dancing in Your Hands,
the light of each reflection becomes a blessing,
and we discover all that there is to Believe.

When Your children melt into clouds
of music in the company of heaven,
we understand that in this world we are one
and that now we play in no ordinary moment.

When Your children touch the golden breeze
and fly above the meagre into Your Blaze,
we inhale the Vision eternal and receive
all the faith we shall ever need.

When Your children bow before You
and offer flowers in the making of our hearts
we are fragrant and heavy with the desire
to create anew Your Land of Grace.

When Your children stand and share in Truth
this magic that words can never speak,
our conviction bears the gravity of every
monument declaring Your Infinity.

When Your children feel dearly
all the beauty upon these ripples of creation,
we each become the depth that we sense
and embrace our place in Your Story.

When we realise in hushed gratitude
the adventure of these rich and sacred days,
we know that we are worthy of Your choosing
and find the courage to be Your children.