O Glory of glories, Mother Supreme, let the sun bring to all Thy message of hope calling us to the glory of the future. Let the rosy radiance of the Dawn be a reminder that no darkness, however thick and long, can resist the advent of Thy Light forever. Let the new day come to reveal the truth that the Night seems to make us forget, that it is Truth that conquers and not falsehood. Let the morning rays touch this soil and quicken the aspiration of the earth to climb towards Thee. Let the morning winds sing hymns of gratitude for giving us one more day to draw us a little closer to Thee. Let it be so until the night and day both feed the glory of the New Creation and the fields of creation are all flooded with the greatness and glory of God.
Om Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa Maa
