Poem ‘Divine Discretion’ by Alan Wherry

I wandered alone life's long lonely byways
In darkness no pole star to lighten my way
Made too many mistakes took many wrong turnings
Then one day I met Shri Mataji Devi

Through the divine discretion She planted in me
She let me see what my eyes couldn't see
And knowing the truth as an absolute thing
Was one of the great gifts She bestowed upon me

Success is a construct, a myth, an illusion,
It flows through the fingers like fine grains of sand
And leaves little trace on the palm of the hand
And nothing at all in the memory of man

She gave me a wife and Self realization
Treasures beyond mere measure or price
She gave me the tools to improve myself
And the discretion divine to see it happen

And in Her presence divine to live life sublime