Watching Prabhupada
Fragments of your love
I see each day
and behold the unlimited expanse
Of your eternal grace
I see your eyes
glimmer with hope
and Melt with love
as each one comes
to whisper a prayer of love
in the shelter
Of your watchful grace
I see your hands
that wrote the books
that are the very touchstone
Of your compassionate grace
And for those-
Who live your words
You have a special grace
for they are like divine swans
that glide on an ocean
of your limitless love
May I follow in their footsteps of faith..