The Beautiful Mother

The Beautiful Mother

“I am Thy babe of eternity, safe in the cradle of Thine omnipresent bosom.” 
                                                                                  —Paramahansa Yogananda

On this earth where dreams reign
And the True is mocked and damned,
The wide corridors of mirth shrink
To a ribbon as revelers fumble
And stumble, blindly seeking each
Poison-laced thrill.  They frown and feint.

Thou wilt hold them in Thine arms
Until they can hold their own healed hearts.
Thou wilt balm each burn, dry each drop
Until they can walk in the sun of eternal smiles.
Thou wilt bring to them the fountain 
Of Thine all-quenching living waters 
Where dreams turn all golden 
In the joy of Thy laughter.
Thou wilt spray their souls with eternal spring.

Giving Thee all they own to purchase eternal Bliss,
They will possess the Joy no tongue can pronounce.