Let me Soar to Thee!

Thou art the essence of Love, O Lord;
I felt Thy Touch of Love; and the desert of my heart
Is now a lake of lotus blooms for Thee.

I felt the fragrant breath of Love in my soul
And, my blinded eyes turned within.
I saw a world of joy and love
A world made wise by Thy wisdom, a world of the Real.

Then, did I know what Love hath made of me,
Hath willed that I should be.
O Bestower of Love, Thou art in my heart
But, unknown till now,
Till by a touch of pain and misery
I struggled; and my hand brushed
Against Thy orange robe, Thy lotus Feet;
Thrilled and amazed, I looked into Thine eyes
And knew that Thou art, hast been,
Ever must be
In my heart, as Love. I know
Thy Love is ever flowing into me,
My hand ever receiving Thy Grace.

Let me have it, O Lord, forever,
Quaff of its nectar, till I burst with joy
And my life is molten gold.
Mounted on Love’s white wings let me rise
And soar to Thee. O’ Clothe me in Thy Truth, sublime!
Let me abide in its shade, till the end of Time

~V. Sathasivam, Colombo
Source: Sanathana Sarathi, March 1968