26. Hope

Thou art my Lord, my golden dream,
  Thou art my life in death.
O bless me with Thy Hope Supreme,
  Lord of the Eternal Breath!

Agelong the vision of Thy Sun
  For darkness have I sought.
I know the evils I should shun
  And quickly bring to nought.

The earth is deaf and blind, my Lord;
  Its true goal it denies.
It hears no voice, no heavenly word
  From those who seek the skies.

O yet I feel Thy kingly Grace
  With my feeble mortality.
I shall win at last the Noonward Race,
  Plunge in the Nectar-Sea.

Sri Chinmoy, My Flute.First published by Agni Press in 1972.

This is the 11th book that Sri Chinmoy has written since he came to the West, in 1964.

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