How long am I to wait?

How long am I to wait, how long,
    To see the golden Child
Who sports ever in my sky-breast
    To fulfil my longings mild?

The fight of life is dire I know.
    Yet His victory's dawn is sure.
He thinks little of danger, death;
    His smile my only cure.
Sri Chinmoy, My first friendship with the muse, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1973