A torch for You
Become hopeless, You say.
I’ve invested all the
hope I have
in the One whose
shoulders
bear the weight of
multitudes;
entrusted with the
Mandali’s souls –
Mani’s guileless
adoration, for example;
Mehera’s unworldly
devotion;
Eruch’s plea: Don’t let me down!
Love makes no demands
but promises invoke
certain expectations.
Faith is blind in the
end,
but there are flares
along the way.
I look to those
burned-out, love-ravaged souls
who carried to their
graves a torch for You
and the silent assurance
and authority with which
You accepted their
immeasurable sacrifice.
O child of God, you are a
lover of Meher Baba!
What wondrous company you
keep!
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