God's absence and God's Presence
O Lord, Thy absence has measureless power.Pangs of bitter failures rage through my mind.
Hot knives stab through my heart with every breath.I know, I know, I am the eternal blind.
O Lord, Thy Presence has fathomless power.
Who says my soul is limp with black despair?Eternity sits at my feet like a slave,
And Death, a weeping child — helpless, bare. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Inner Promise - Paths to Self-Perfection, Simon and Schuster, 1974
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