One Friend

Many clouds do race to hide Thee -

Of friends and wealth and fame -

And yet through mist of tears I see

Appear Thy Golden Name.

Each time my father, mother, friends

Do loudly claim they did me tend,

I wake from sleep to sweetly hear

That Thou alone didst help me here.


- Paramahansa Yogananda



From: Songs of the Soul, by Paramahansa Yogananda.  Published by Self Realization Fellowship 3880 San Rafael Avenue, Los Angeles, California. Reproduced with permission of Publishers.


(Paramhansa Yogananda)       (Yogananda Poems)