Eisenhower

We bow to fear.
Fear fearfully
Bowed and bowed
To Eisenhower.
We think of war;
War thought of Eisenhower —
Victory too.

Two infinite extremes:
War and Peace —
War the destroyer
Of blooming world,
Peace the devourer
Of roaring War.

Eisenhower,
The Thunder
Of the Omnipotent,
Divinely arranged
For their dinner.
A dinner unprecedented,
And inimitable, too.

Both the Princes came in.
Two hearts became one
In a golden embrace.
They grew into all delight.

Dinner over,
War sat in absolute relief
At the feet of Eisenhower.
Peace commenced his dance,
A perfect stranger
To the dark hush of extinction — Night.

God smiled.
In words of dynamic Silence He spoke:
“The Man of the Hour.”

Sri Chinmoy, Discoverers of Light.First published by Aum Press in 1972.

This is the 3019th book that Sri Chinmoy has written since he came to the West, in 1964.

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