The Story Of Swami Rama - Holybook

The Story Of Swami Rama
It was three years ago that I met the most beautiful soul
I have ever known. His presence brought me nearer to
God, the fountain head, and his words all were so
simple, but carried with them the conviction that he
knew; and he signed himself while with us as ―Swami
Rama‖.
But it was not his words, it was not himself, his
personality but God that we recognised in him that
brought all who came in contact with him to a fuller
knowledge and understanding.
He was from the far East, small of stature and brown,
but he more than filled the place of the larger man of the
West. Wherever he passed, flowers sprang up and the
seed from them is to be scattered broad-cast until the
whole world is a garden, and the name of the flower is
Love.
He told us of the Christ Love, the Love of Krishna and
the Love of God. Told it so that we understood. He
planted in our hearts the desire to grow to open our
petals to sunshine and scatter fragrance. To make the
world better for our having lived in it.
If storms come to us we must be glad, and the fragrance
is sweeter after the rain, and if we so live, we have not
lived in vain.
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