Towards the Goal Supreme
Forward to the Source
The Golden Shore is beckoning me,
The helmsman steadfastly holds the key.
The scenic horizon flashes at sea,
As I lie in the boat with a plea.
“Keep me in this, your vessel, my Lord,
Let me row, or sleep, or be free,
From lower desires that makes me bad,
And keeps me away from Thee.
I have sensed your poise in the distance vast,
The Light of Your Crown I see.
Full speed ahead as I part with my past,
I am as strong as the huge oak tree.
The call of communion I feel deep within;
By Faith I am touching your Face.
I long to commune with things Unseen;
To be free from this earthly place.
Harken o Lord, to Thee I do pray,
Free all my shackles and chains,
Pilot the helmsman, that this boat does not stray,
Touching Your shore, I’ll be free from my pains.
O Friend of the lowly, childlike and sweet,
How I long to sit at Your lotus feet!
A blindingly perpetual, infinite sight,
In sweet ecstasy-cosmic, radiant-light."
-Manatita 1st May, 2013.
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