A Poem for Srila Prabhupad
on the occasion of his appearance, Sri Vyasa Puja
August 25th, 2008
When I first drew breath
Srila Prabhupad was the air in my chest
he is the shadow
when I enter the templeroom
he is the silver voice
just beyond the margins of a bhajan
he is the rhythm of my footsteps
when I dance in a kirtan
he is the echo of my heartbeat
in the stillness when I chant
he is the smile
when I serve the devotees
Srila Prabhupad
gives me faith -
I would draw away from the Deities
question the scripture
and refuse to chant
without his example
Srila Prabhupad
is the significance in my life
the reason I breathe
and I believe
that you, my dear Vaishnava,
feel the same.
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