14. When I left the body

My bugle grieved

When I left the body

For a future hope-life.

Do you believe it?

Well, I tell you,

God believes me totally,

And needless to say,

Unmistakably.


My bugle smiled

When I left the body

For a future surrender-love.

Do you believe it?

Well, I tell you,

God believes me unreservedly,

And needless to say,

Unmistakably.


From:Sri Chinmoy,The Golden Boat, part 6, Agni Press, 1974
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