The dateWhen I behold the face of temptation wild,
My tongue dries up, clings to the roof of my mouth,
Falsehood’s colourful eyes hold me hypnotized;
Abandoned, no west, no east, no north, no south.
The One has beaten into my soul a deep
Feeling of shame for my acceptance of fate.
One day I’ll enjoy God’s Grace to the hilt,
But impatience tortures me to know the date.
Sri Chinmoy, God’s Glance and God’s Grace, Agni Press, 2006