The Crawl by Bhaktimarga Swami


A poem sent and written by an anonymous follower

Walking has ceased

Reduced to a crawl

Services change

That benefit all

A sacrifice made

Traversing great lands

Causing tide’s change

From feet to head and hands

Though a temporary tide

We share in the pain

For knowing the love

Of this kindly Saint

Is on earth and land

And lake shore pretty

Or on cement’s soil

Gardening souls in the city

“Hang tough!” We cry

It won’t be long

Before your feet

Resume their song

May your mind be light

Your pain be gone

Surrounded by care

And nurturing sons!

Thank you, Poet. You’re much too kind.


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