3. Another day

Another day, another day.
My Lord Supreme is far away.
Another day, my heart can be
The all-giving breath of patience-tree.
Another day, my life can feed
My soulful world with its crying need.
Another day, I own to hear
God’s Voice of Light and feel Him near.
Another day, another day.
My tears shall win His blue-gold Ray.
Another day, another day.
And then, no more my ignorance-clay.
Another day, I’ll be God’s love
Within, without, below, above.
Sri Chinmoy, Arise! Awake! Thoughts of a yogi, Frederick Fell, Inc, New York, 1972