218. Hope


Hope, my pilot-star, hope

I have seen your face.

I have felt your heart.


In ignorance-night

I shall no more grope.

Hope, my pilot-star, hope

You are humanity's peerless rope

For human souls to climb

God's Transcendental Height. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Three hundred sixty-five Father's Day prayers, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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