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.


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.”

From:Sri Chinmoy,Discoverers of Light, AUM Press, 1972
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/dsl