Guiding Light of The Month

Let Thy Light be in me like a Fire that makes all alive; let Thy divine Love penetrate me. I aspire with all my being for Thy reign as sovereign and master of my mind and heart and body; let them be Thy docile instruments and Thy faithful servitors. - The Mother

Savitri

Many are God's forms by which he grows in man;
They stamp his thoughts and deeds with divinity,
Uplift the stature of the human clay
Or slowly transmute it into heaven's gold.

He is the good for which men fight and die,
He is the War of Right with Titan Wrong,
He is Freedom rising deathless from hr pyre,
He is Valour guarding still the desperate pass
Or lone and erect on the shattered barricade
Or a sentinel in the dangerous echoing Night.

He is the crown of the martyr burned in flame
And the glad resignation of the saint
And courage indifferent to the wounds of Time.


(Book seven, Canto four)

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