Are you a favourite son of God?
Then expect no friend from the world.
Are you a favourite son of God?
Then expect jealousy from the world
Far beyond the power of your receptivity.
Are you a favourite son of God?
Then expect contempt from the world
Far beyond the end of your imagination’s flight.
Are you a favourite son of God?
Then rest assured the length and breadth of the world
Will misunderstand you:
Your love-light, your devotion-height,
your surrender-delight.
For you the Supreme is Compassion.
In you the Supreme is Illumination.
With you the Supreme is Perfection.
Poem By Sri Chinmoy
From: The Dance of Life