A child sleeps securely
In the darkness of its mother's womb.
It is awakened rudely by its birth in this world.
With its beauty of innocence, it clings to the warmth
Of its mother's embrace,
Looking at her for guidance to survive in this world.
The mother carries her loved one,
And places it at the feet of the Lord,
And prays, "O Lord, let him sleep,
On the cushion of these feet.
Let him awaken to the brightness of Your eyes,
Let him play to the twinkle of Your smile,
Let him learn the lesson of Love,
With the musical beat of your heart,
Let him sing
To the beauty of Your voice that awakens,
Let him complete this life in Your shadow,
And return to the warmth of Your embrace
The mother of mothers, My Lord."
When the mother's duty itself becomes her prayer,
Life becomes an offering to God.
The child grows with his eyes,
That are closed to the world around,
Staying unaffected and protected,
Today and forever, in His light.
From : 'Sai Darshan' - Part III
(Divine Messages received and recorded by Mrs Seema M Dewan)
In the darkness of its mother's womb.
It is awakened rudely by its birth in this world.
With its beauty of innocence, it clings to the warmth
Of its mother's embrace,
Looking at her for guidance to survive in this world.
The mother carries her loved one,
And places it at the feet of the Lord,
And prays, "O Lord, let him sleep,
On the cushion of these feet.
Let him awaken to the brightness of Your eyes,
Let him play to the twinkle of Your smile,
Let him learn the lesson of Love,
With the musical beat of your heart,
Let him sing
To the beauty of Your voice that awakens,
Let him complete this life in Your shadow,
And return to the warmth of Your embrace
The mother of mothers, My Lord."
When the mother's duty itself becomes her prayer,
Life becomes an offering to God.
The child grows with his eyes,
That are closed to the world around,
Staying unaffected and protected,
Today and forever, in His light.
From : 'Sai Darshan' - Part III
(Divine Messages received and recorded by Mrs Seema M Dewan)
