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