Saint Mira

Author(s): T L Vaswani
Publisher: Saint Miras English Medium School

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SAINT MIRA
It is dusk : vanished is the warmth of daylight. Mira enters the Temple alone. In silence she stands before the Image of her Lord,-the Beloved. “More to me than life," she says, "art Thou, Beloved! In mine eyes and in my heart Thou art! Thou art!" And she sings :
The Bread of my soul art Thou! The Strength of my heart art Thou! The Treasure of my life art Thou! Methinks, I hear Thy Voice, I hear the sound of Thy Flute.
Sometimes I see Thee Coming quick from a grove, Beautiful and bright! And over Thee I see A touch of Fire, A Flame of Beauty ! And from the Flame doth come A Voice : but I understand it not.
And I sob and cry :
O meet me, Master!' No more separation!
Sometimes I see, When all is dark, That in the Heart within Doth shine a Light, Thy Light!