MIRACLE

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MIRACLE

 

GOD strummed on the harp strings of my heart,

Trembling water-music hummed, warbling and wan,

Waiting for the coming of that pure white swan

Of Love, to greet my yearning soul and start

My journey back to Self, whence mind did part,

Severed from her union with the blessed One,

That dwells within, that eternal fiery Sun;

Self Enquiry and Surrender are the needed Art.

 

Poor pilgrim stumbled on his way back home,

Through thickets and thorns he tumbled,

Overhead clashing clouds roared and rumbled.

Worn out and weary with nowhere to roam,

He prayed to God, 'neath sky's

sapphire dome,

A miracle happened and his ego crumbled!