Sarojini Naidu was an Indian poetess and by chance I came upon one of her poems which was titled “The Soul’s Prayer”. The last stanza of the poem goes like this:
I, bending from sevenfold height
Will teach thee of My quickening grace,
Life is a prism of My light,
And death the shadow of My face
The capital “m” in “My” shows that it was the Lord who spoke those words and even the last line made it quite clear. Prism disperses the white light into it’s constituent colors, and in some Hindoo scriptures and Indian cultures God is associated with light too (the divine light) but still the line “Life is a prism of My light” doesn’t get comprehended fully. I’m looking for a full analysis of that line.