When my heart is hard and dry
come to me with a shower of mercy!
When grace is lost in my life
come to me with a burst of a song!
When wild work raises its clamour
on all my sides shutting me out
from the beyond, Lord of silence
come to me with your peace and rest!
When my beggarly heart sits crouched
shut up in a corner
oh my King, break open the door
and come with a royal ritual!
When desire blinds my mind
with delusion and dust
oh you the Holy One, you are ever wakeful;
therefore, come with your light and thunder!
Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 39
Henry Victor 03.10.2012
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