O Mother of Compassion,
I am Your sweet infant child,
Like Jesus looking far into the skies
From the lap of Mary.
You love me infinitely more
Than anybody else.
Friends and neighbours wonder
At your loving preference.
I call You Mother,
You call me darling.
I give You a sweet little smile
And kiss Your Feet again and again.

Excerpt from ‘Supreme, Teach me how to surrender’ by  Sri Chinmoy

Copyright © Sri Chinmoy 1975

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