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|       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.  | |
[*'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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