If I can


If I can perfect my faith

Thy Grace is sure to come.

The more I give to Thee

The more I absorb Thy Balm

That heals my bosom's pangs.

Without Thy Love supreme,

Nothingness all I am —

A dark and barren dream. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,My first friendship with the muse, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1973
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