Thought
Courage and fire required
Openness to graceful flood
Revived nation be inspired
By a mother’s Celtic blood
Mother’s heart, hero’s will
Sweetness of southern breeze
Sacred charm and strength dwell
On Aryan alters, flaming, free;
All these be yours, many more
No ancient soul dream before --
Be thou to India's future son
Mistress, servant, friend in one.
(from Swami Vivekananda’s benedictory poem to Sister Nivedita)
Prayer
O Lord I lay myself at Thy feet as Thy small vessel. Grant me the yearning, determination and dedication to give and not to count the cost.