Kneel and marvel

Kneel and marvel                                                                                       
 
At times in the ashram Baba would clean
the harijans’ latrine (much to the mandali’s agony).
 
My Beloved provides.  His grace is sufficient. 
He serves lifelong; His hand always clutching ours;
 
His abode within our hearts.  Nothing He gives
has ever fallen short, has ever been late,
 
every sin, guilt, suffering a perfect necessity
with nothing for us to do but kneel and marvel,
 
praise as He labors, His intricacy and intimacy
on exhibit, astir within us
 
and surrender to Him that ignoble shame
and self-indulgence we identify as ourselves.
 
Our Lord having descended and assented
to be our Servant, the Slave of the love of His lovers,
 
His majesty infinite in His mastery as He serves
and services the awakening of our latent divinity.
 
O child of God, trust His silent grace
to compensate for the inadequacy of your words.