34. 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,My Flute, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1972
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