Sweetest Father, Lord Supreme,
What was wrong with You on Thursday?“On Thursday your sweetest Mother Divine,
Your dearest Mother Supreme,Wanted to play with Her
Children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.Therefore, I had to do all the cooking
For our dearest and sweetest ones.” ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 8, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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