Eisenhower (1890-1969)

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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 the 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.”

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From:Sri Chinmoy,America in Her Depths, Vishma Press, 1973
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