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Remembrance of The Mother

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O with what joy do I remember Thee!
And with what infinite gratitude recall
Thy all-embracing look, Thy wonderous smile,
Thy widening peace—Thy eternal quietude.
O Grace, most splendidly divine and rare!
O radiant Form! Take my aspiring flame
And make of it—part of Thy atmosphere.
Now from my heart a mighty river flows,
Welling from depths unknown, from heights unseen,
Falling in cascades of translucent light,
Filling the valleys of the awakening soul;
Flooding the Pathway leading back to Thee,
Back to Thy sea of Love, Thy ocean vasts—
Lost in the Bliss of Thy Eternity.

– Norman Dowsett

(written on 18th March, 1954)