A hope stole in that hardly dared to be
Amid the Night’s forlorn indifference.
As if solicited in an alien world
With timid and hazardous instinctive grace,
Orphaned and driven out to seek a home,
An errant marvel with no place to live,
Into a far-off nook of heaven there came
A slow miraculous gesture’s dim appeal.
Source: Savitri (Canto One, The Symbol Dawn)
The persistent thrill of a transfiguring touch
Persuaded the inert black quietude
And beauty and wonder disturbed the fields of God.
A wandering hand of pale enchanted light
That glowed along a fading moment’s brink,
Fixed with gold panel and opalescent hinge
A gate of dreams ajar on mystery’s verge.
In the previous post, the assurance of all possibility with the God-touch was given. As such, there’s a hope in the world of “forlorn indifference.” Shri RY Deshpande explains, “It looks as though a marvel that had somehow gone astray is looking for a place to live, a home to dwell in,—it makes an appeal, actually solicits for a change. Will a house be found for the marvel? will it be welcome in the midst of this antagonism instituted on the past? will the earth be receptive to it? or will it be repelled again? But there is the assurance also in the god-touch.” The touch of Grace is powerful enough to stir the “inert” dark “quietude” of the world, awakening it toward beauty, wonder, and the threshold of higher consciousness—a “gate” ajar to the divine or the unknown.