29. 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.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Flame Waves, Sri Aurobindo Ashram, 1955
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