Garden Darshan by Jean Lindsay

Just a little nod, a little look

Far better than any book

He comes with folded handsome smile

“I hope I’m not disturbing you”

We can only sit and stare

At the beloved Master sitting there

Sending out love all around

Rose petals falling on the ground

He gathers us in his arms

He takes us to Sach Khand

To Simran, dear husband, sweet love ~ by Maggie Keenan

[Editor’s note: MK wrote this poem several years ago in the days following the death of her husband – struggling with shock, grief and the obligation to keep on going… “Simran” means the repetition of names of God, sometimes called constant interior prayer.]

Walk with me, Simran, dear husband, sweet love. Continue reading