He lives and watches our fumbling efforts.

May God give us the strength to love up to the teachings of the great master, at whose feet we had come together and sat due to some punya of our previous births! Tears rush to the eye at the thought that never more shall we hear that loving, soothing voice; never more shall we fill that magic touch of his pat, which always made one feel strong and lightened one's burden whether physical or mental. But we must not allow our emotion to be depleted by them. The agony that we all feel at our loss must be transmuted into action. We followed him with halting footsteps during his lifetime. Let us all pray that we may be able to do so now with firmness and determination. Within my heart I hear an acho say : "No, he is not dead. He lives and watches our fumbling efforts with same old, sweet, sad smile."