477. I behold

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Quickly and thoughtlessly

An angel ascends.

I behold her beauty’s wings.

Slowly, steadily, gracefully and soulfully

An angel descends.

I behold her beauty’s light,

Offering’s might and duty’s height,

And something more:

God’s Compassion. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 10, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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