Sweetest Father, Lord Supreme,
What was wrong with You on Saturday?“On Saturday
Mother Earth phoned MeEarly in the morning
And insulted Me ruthlessly.She has come to learn of My secret plans,
And to My sorrow She has dispensedWith My job here on earth.
“Sweetest children, this is Sunday.
Today I have come to see you allFor the last time,
And to offer youMy Compassion-Sea, My Concern-Sky,
My Love-Moon and My Blessing-Sun.” ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 8, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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