Swami Kriyananda
“Inspired by a ‘friend’s’ attempt to persuade me that my life of service to others and to God had been a meaningless waste of effort.”

Though green summer fade
And winter draw near,
My Lord, in Your presence
I live without fear.

Through tempest, through snows,
Through turbulent tide,
The touch of Your hand
Is my strength, and my guide.

I ask for no riches
That death can destroy.
I crave only Thee:
Your love, and Your joy.


The dancers will pass;
The singing must end:
I welcome the darkness
With You for my friend