Sting and Trudie

Sting and Trudie

They came into the church like pilgrims of old,
Borne by utter simplicity of spirit, inner gold.
An avenue of art now the labyrinth on the floor,
A man robed in blue waiting at its core.
It was a heavenly moment, a moment out of time,
Of divine upliftment and music sublime.
Sting sat poised in deepest meditation,
Trudie spread her smiling, tearful aspiration
As Sri Chinmoy, in the silence beyond words,
Offered his All to these two luminous soul-birds.
They left as they came, fellow pilgrims of Eternity,
The incomparable Sting and ever-radiant Trudie.

– Vidagdha Bennett.


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