Sweetest Father, Lord Supreme,
What was wrong with You on Wednesday?“On Tuesday night
Heaven and earth bitterly foughtOver their supremacy.
I had to become their arbitrator.Neither Heaven nor earth
Was satisfied with My decision.Therefore, they are exceedingly
Displeased with Me.Now neither Heaven nor earth wants Me.
Friendless, sonless, daughterless,I roamed in the world of nowhere.”
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 8, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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