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