Strength to …

It is emptiness, lack of love
for you that is constantly sucked
in by my root that fills my heart
prompting my present prayer.

Strike, hence, at the root of my poverty
giving me the strength
lightly to bear my joys and sorrow
giving me the strength
to make my love fruitful in service
giving me the strength
never to disown the poor
or, bend my knees before insolent might
giving me the strength
to raise my mind high above daily trifles
giving me also the strength
to surrender my strength to your will
but with love and joy.

Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 36

Henry Victor          16.10.2012