Ode to Soulful Self-Offering by Manatita
Oh intimate Friend, Thou God
Of sleepless and ceaseless giving;
Peerless amongst virtues.
One billion mothers cound not match,
Thy sweetest sacrifice for the Higher Cause.
Thou lotus-petalled Daughter of immortal bliss,
How sweet is Thine embrace:
Thy loving call to offer all
For the glory of His name.
Oh Beloved, even stone-cold hearts stir in Thy presence,
Drawn by Thy immeasurable sanctity and purity.
Abide with me, oh noble One,
Sit on my lap, and be
A guaranteed escort to my eternal home.
Utilise this mortal frame to quell my forest-fires,
And drown the sorrows of Mother Earth.
Tearing away lovingly their darkness-veil,
And revealing Your ever-transcending beauty.
Rumi and giving
A sleepless self-giver
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