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NOW HAS COME THE MOMENT OF JOY . . . .

 

    
      NOW has come the moment of joy
 
in this land,
   
The moment it has waited in woman-waiting
 
through the ages,
   
The moment of BABA and the touch of His feet
 
on her earth,
   
And the seal of His glance to her sun-adoring eyes,
   
And the rivers of His silent Word to her thirsty lips
 
and the cry of her soul.
   
Now has come the moment of joy in our hearts,
   
And the leaping in dance of our souls in the
 
steps of His feet,
   
And the breaking of bonds of our hearts,
 
and our heart's breaking
   
Into laughter of flowers of love and gratefulness,
   
And our soul's surge no less than the ocean in the
 
direction of His glory and human-ness.
   
 
*
Now will begin our history:
   
Of the withholding of the axeman's hand from the axe
   
And the mad career of our senses after
 
a vanishing wish
   
And the rivers of their waters to the sea:
   
A converting of the blow to the opening of areas
 
and districts in the heart,
   
A reducing of the senses to the sense and the
 
scent of the soul,
   
A channeling of the waters for the wheat-fields
 
and orchards of God.
   
The books of this history will tell the stories
   
Of obscure men and women lost of all else but love,
 
and in love well lost.
   
Of heroes of pastures and crops, and farmers
 
on wide seas storm tossed,
   
Of adventurers who work at a bench
   
And housewives who go forth with their shopping
 
baskets to find God.
   
 
*
But now is not the history, but the moment . . .
   
The moment of God and His advent in this
 
Land of Australia:
   
The touch of His feet on this earth, and the
 
breath of His Word on the breeze and
 
in the breath of our lives;
   
The moment long waited, the moment of joy
 
and apprehension . . .
   
When each one . . . when each leaf and piece of
 
earth and stone
   
On whom and on which falls His glance*
   
Must decide the issue of surrenderance, and lay down
 
that much of his life as he will.
   
 
FRANCIS BRABAZON

 

[*'On whom and on which falls His glance' has a period after it in the original Awakener Magazine volume. The sentence didnt make sense so I asked a freind of Francis' in Australia to look it up. This is his answer:

"The poem is the end part of a short piece written by Francis celebrating Baba's first visit to Australia in 1956 and published as a pamphlet entitled, "The Birth of the Nation 1956" -- it has never  been published in any of Francis's books." - Ross Keating in an email to webmaster 9-2-2008]

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