Sacred Union

by Swami Purnananda

Wandering barefoot scratched by thorn
Spirit lagging, beaten and worn
Fourteen years away from home
Once a king, now a pilgrim, I roam

Love departed and threatened by lust
To rejoin Her is my footstep’s thrust.
Gratefully found in forest hills
The strength and means to conquer ills

Assemble nature’s forces strong
And forge the means to right the wrong
Fire and fury vent on that which
Stops the sacred union’s kiss.

When all is done for all of man
Ayodhya’s home is Sita-Ram
Back to realm and state of king.
All rejoice and let hearts sing -
Jaya Ram, Jaya Sita, Jaya Sita-Ram!