Her Face

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O earth!

but once behold her Face,

Then all for you is sun-vast Grace.

Your brave despair, your hopeless cry,

Your prison of mortality

Her gaze of Power will break the maim

Into a thousand fragments of Her Name.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
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