In the Garden

In the garden of my soul
His Light walks, among
the dark and troubled valleys,
He soothes the stormy
winds of anger, of anxiety,
with the very whisper of His Being.

Oh! that one day I might come,
to ever have His name
upon my lips; His Calm
to fill my every second.

Baba, Baba, Help me perfect
myself so that I may
help the ones I love;
Baba, Baba, through my love
for you, may I teach
thers of Your constant
Gifts of Joy and Peace
so that they, too, may see
Your Light, feel Your Being.

~Elaine Scott, Phoenix, Arizona, USA
Source: Sanathana Sarathi, Oct. 1972