From Over the Ocean

A two-syllable pilgrimage brings me to You—Sai Ram!

Ram is that—which—pleases, delightful—Sai is Ram—
Across the ocean a bridge is built with Sai Ram.

Sai Ram is in my heart, in all hearts. Endlessly we draw on
Sai Ram’s endless sweetness. Sai Ram is the strong
center song of living perfection, one’s true Self—Sai Ram.

I wondered `what shall be my song, my saving sound,’
You came along; I heard You say ‘Sai Ram’, I laughed.

I leaned upon a shadow and fell until I reached the
support of Sai Ram. Sai Ram!

I stopped but felt too low to touch Your Feet; so I
imagined doing it. You felt my feeling and blessed me
bountifully—how to thank You, Sai Ram?

You are the white Light of purity itself, Sai Ram,
And my impure hand You held! I was ashamed my hand
seemed unclean, but how else can You show Your pure Love
Sai Ram, unless You touch us, even as You did from over
the ocean, when we first heard of Sai Ram. Sai Ram!

~Bill Jackson
Source: Sanathana Sarathi, Aug 1973