Soar Like a Lark

We totter and grope in the dark
In the mire of ignorance; we flounder,
Instead of soaring like a lark!

Come, arise, awake, falter not,
For, He is here; why fear? He is so near!
Tune up the heart; cleanse the mind;
Brush the cobwebs away.
The grace, ever-present, doth flow—
­O, take it in, my thirsty friend.
We can hear the flute of the Lord;

Why care for lesser joys?
Let the Lotus bloom;
Dance, O Dance to the music of His Name.
The Name so fragrant, sweet, and pure;
From millions of tongues, It echoes soft,
From millions of hearts its pulse-beats rise.

O the Glory and the Ecstasy
His Name can bring!!

—Dr. Keki M. Mistry, D. S. M. S.F.C.D, Bombay
Source: Sanathana Sarathi, Oct. 1967