• Swami Purnananda

Nov 10, 2020 || Daily Thought & Prayer


Migrants by the millions roam

Searching for a better home

Perched on flimsy boats that creak

Clinging onto floats that leak

But early morning Mother gave

Hope and crispness air she saved

Bright finger nail of moon up high

And Venus close in morning sky

Fresh dew lay upon the ground

Sacred mood and footfall sound

Heat and water, air in breath

Combined for life, resisting death

All this and more that I may pray

To that one dressed in day’s array

Carrying blessings from this morn

To share a hope with those forlorn


O Lord may every breath be an offering to Thee. May every word be Thy prayer; may every feeling that arises be fragrance for Thy pleasure; may every thought contain an image of Thee. May every desperate wandering soul find their home in Thee.

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