Your Lighthouse
His Loving Heart
MayyourLihthouse oflove, LordMehei
H]sgentle all embracing all forgiving all Joving heart
guide mylittie boat
that consumes allhearts that come near Flim
through the stormy sea
like teardrops in the ocean ofHis Jove
ofworidiy desires
that is whyit is said ‘Meher Baba is Jove”
negativity and sorrow toyour heart
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AndI— one ofthe teardrops in His ocean oflove
where there is onlypeace
and unbounded Jo ye
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so Idon get Jostin the chaos ofthe world
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but am athome in your luminous light ofpure Jove. —
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Jack McTanney, 1997 Silent snow secret snow Is melting in my room But I’m still alive
You’re the one who holds the key You are everything to me Februarys Child
The indoor shag begins to grow The floral walls in bloom
You are beautiful to me And to all with eyes to see
Now you’ve arrived
I wish it could be Forever February
Starry night crescent moon Reflect the golden street When you appear
Lonely heart empty glass The water turns to wine An Ocean with no shore I kiss the ground where you pass You say that you are mine But its I who am yours You’re the reason that I live There is nothing I can give Februarys Child
March April May and June Surrender at your feet With grateful tears You’re the reason that I live There is nothing I can give Februarys Child
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—gretchen Blumegough
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Birthdaycakefor the BeJovedatBaba J05th birthdayparty Mtherabode, LosAngeles.
Februarys Child
You’re the one who holds the key You are everything to me Februarys Child
for Ilove Him more than anyone or anything
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gretchen Blumegough
You’re the reason that I live There is nothing I can give Februarys Child
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weep silently over the beauty offrlis being
You’re the one who holds the key You are everything to me Februarys Child, Februarys Child...
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Poem
Barbara Roberts, February 25, 1977 A fair day sun sets as the cool night rises with a moon so pale. Its ending was just the beginning, like a serpent eating its tail. It is the Birthday for a Man for Whom time is never reckoned, Whose Birthday comes in the spaces between the seconds. He is the One Without A Second, without a second to spare, But He has time to show each minute drop of creation He does care. The nightcap sky sparkled starry fantasies, Accompanied by bright dancing galaxies, Yet even if the Milky Wayjoined in a pas de deux with the Pleiades, Its naught next to His still, Silent Dance, sitting under a neem tree. The sun rises on another day turning from night. Time is running out for people running without His Light. At the heart of this hum stands the One Whose Party it is anyway. But only a few take the time to stop and look up from the fray. Hes always beaming Smiles even if none pays Him any mind. Someday, everyone will see Him, far away from easy reach. Today, He’s winking from the corner shop, a sweet surprise, a rare peach. If you catch a glimpse of that Special Forever-Born Shopkeeper, Go pay Him a call; Give Him your all, And in gaining His All, Ye finders-keepers, Then go tell the losers-weepers, “Please, no more gnashing and wailing.
Instead, start ‘Happy Birthday, Avatar Meher Baba’ All-Hailing!”
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