A Song for Our Mother-part 2

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Om Shanti<br><br>"But this thing understand. Not

one movement<br>shall be in vain. Not one effort

shall fail<br>at last. The dream shall be less, not

greater, than the deed. Thou shalt go<br>here or there for

some petty reason, <br>and thy going shall subserve

great ends. <br>Thou shalt meet and speak with many,

<br>but some few shall be Mine from the <br>beginning.

With these thou shall exchange <br>a secret sign, and

they shall follow with thee.<br><br>And that

sign?<br><br>Deep in the hearts of hearts of Mine own <br>flashes

sacrificial knife of Kali. <br>Worshippers of the MOther are

they from <br>their birth in Her incarnation of

the<br>sword. Lovers of death are they,<br>--not lovers of

life--and of storm and <br>stress. Such shall come to thee

with <br>touch unlit for fire. My voice cries <br>over

the teeming earth for lives, for <br>lives and blood

of the crowned kings <br>of humanity. Remember that

I Who cry <br>have shown also the way to answer.

For <br>of every kind has the mother been <br>the

first, for protection of her flock, <br>to leap to

death.<br><br>Religion, called by what ever name, <br>has been ever the

love of death. But <br>to-day the flame of

renunciation shall <br>be lighted in My lands and consume

<br>humanity with a passion beyond control <br>of thought.

Then shall My people thirst <br>for self sacrifice as

others for enjoyment.<br>Then shall labour and suffering

and service<br>to be counted sweet instead of bitter.

For <br>this age is great in time, and I, even <br>I

Kali, an the Mother of Nations.<br><br>Shrink not from

defeat, embrace despair.<br>Pain is not different from

pleasure, if <br>I will both. Rejoice therefore, when thou

<br>comest to the place of tears, and see <br>Me smile. At

such spots do I keep <br>My tryst with all, and fold

then deep <br>into My heart. Uproot every interest

<br>that would conflict with Mine. Neither <br>love, nor

friendship, nor comfort, <br>nor home, may make its voice

heard <br>when I speak. Pass from a palace to

<br>plunge into the oceans of terror,<br>--form the chamber

of ease to stand<br>guard in a burning city.

<br><br>Know that as the one is unreal, so also <br>is the

other. Meet fate with a smile. <br>Look for no mercy for

thyself, and <br>I shall make thee bearer of

great<br>vessels of mercy to others. Accept <br>bravery thine own

darkness and thy <br>lamp shall cheer many. Fulfill gladly

<br>they meanest service, and leave high <br>places

unsought.<br><br>Be steadfast in the toil I send Thee. <br>Weave well

the wrap into the roof. <br>Shrink from no demand

that the task <br>males to thee. Feel no

reponsibility.<br>Ask for no reward.<br><br>Strong, fearless,

resolute,--when the sun <br>sets, and the game is done, thou

shalt know <br>well, little one that I, Kali, the giver

<br>of manhood, the giver of womanhood, and<br>the

withholder of vistory, am thy Mother.<br><br>-adopted from

Sister Nivita