Songs of the Soul (2024 09 12)

Sweet and infinite Mother, Mother Divine

Maa each time our heart extends beyond one’s self, each time we are moved by a wave of sympathy to help, each time we look upon the various forms of suffering to which humanity is subject a deep compassion moves us to heal and succour. But little do we realize that all human help would count for nothing as long as we continue to cling to the root of all suffering that is Ignorance. We suffer because of the various kinds of ignorance of which the most pernicious is not knowing our true self and the Divine Presence within us. The first business of man therefore, before he can help anyone truly, before he can realise his dreams and ideals of a beautiful higher life is to discover the Divine Presence within.

The best help that anyone can truly render then is to remove this veil of Ignorance that hangs upon our soul. While all other forms of help have their place in the grand scheme of things, nothing is even remotely comparable to the help rendered by the Divine Grace that does this greatest of miracles for us. She opens the doors of wonder entering which everything changes though all may outwardly be still the same. It is truly like a new birth, like entering a new world, a world that is right there beside us, everywhere and yet it remains unfelt, unseen until the hour of Grace arrives. Then all is a wonder and glory of God and His joy that suffuses everything, sustains everything, heals everything.

Thy Grace has indeed come and all veils are falling one by one. Thou hast touched this earth and it is this that is the hope and the assurance that one day the earth shall be awakened fully to Thee. Thy Presence within us is the sign that one day all veils and masks shall be drawn away, the masks that Thou hast woven upon Thy Face lest we are blinded by Thy Glory and Light.

May the hour of Grace come for all. May all breathe Thy Joy. May all bathe in Thy Peace. May all recognise and open to Thy wonderful Grace, the doer of every miracle, the accomplisher of the seemingly impossible.

Gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, O Marvel of marvels, Wonder of wonders, beyond all we can think of and comprehend, O Love Supreme.