Prayer Of Supplication


Like a scarf, we had been stolen from the Lord,

Driven and blown across the burning barren desert of life,

To rest ensnared and torn on the thorns of a bush

Which deceived us with its alluring flowers.


When hope was abandoned and life began to ebb,

A Radiant Sage appeared and set to naught

The thorns, the barren desert, and the pangs of separation.

When the Sage turned and looked upon our expectant souls,

We found that it was Thee, O Lord!


In thy Oasis Presence, we have fond

The cooling springs of liberation,

And beneath the shelter of Thy almighty Hand,

We have found the safe peace

Which no thing and no one can put asunder.


Thou hast baptized our souls in the resonant

Harmonies of Light, issuing from Thy Lotus Presence –

Wooed by Thy charm, we have become

Slaves of the Love of God. Small wonder that

Millions of creations are filled with awe and joy.

At the sight of Thee, O’ Master Divine!


None of nature’s beauties can compare to thy Munificence

For God Himself has showered all gifts upon Thee –

With Thy Grace, O’ Satguru Ji, free us from the tyrant of the mind,

O’ make us dust of Thy feet

And eternal slaves of Thy Hari-Naam


- Arran B. Stepehns