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People go to their temples
To greet Me;
How simple and ignorant are My children
Who think that I live in isolation
Why don't they come and greet Me
In the procession of life, where I always live,
In the farms, the factories, and the market,
Where I encourage those
Who earn their bread by the sweat of their brow?
Why don't they come and greet Me
In the cottages of the poor
And find Me blessing the poor and the needy
And wiping the tears of widows and orphans?
Why don't they come and greet Me
By the road-side
And find Me blessing the beggar asking for bread?
Why don't they come and greet Me
Among those who are trampled upon
By those proud of pelf and power,
And see Me beholding their suffering and pouring out compassion?
Why don't they come and greet Me
Among women sunk in sin and shame
Where I sit by them to bless and uplift?
I am sure
They can never miss Me
If they try to meet Me
In the sweat and struggle of life
And in the tears and tragedies of the poor
Kushdeva Singh (1974), In Dedication, 2nd edition, Patiala: Guru Nanak Mission, 31-32.
pelf n. Wealth or riches, especially when dishonestly acquired.