My bugle grieved
When I left the bodyFor 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 bodyFor 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, Vishma Press, 1974
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