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