If I can

If I can perfect my faith
Thy Grace is sure to come.
    The more I give to Thee
The more I absorb Thy Balm
    That heals my bosom's pangs.
Without Thy Love supreme,
    Nothingness all I am —
A dark and barren dream.
Sri Chinmoy, My first friendship with the muse, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1973