42. A different drink

Forgive me, my Lord Supreme,

Forgive me!

I have drunk doubt-poison

Profusely and happily.

Now I want to change my drink.

I want to drink faith-nectar

Immeasurably and spontaneously.

Will You not give me another chance, my Lord,

Will You not?

From:Sri Chinmoy,Khama karo, Agni Press, 1987
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