20. 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,Two thirsty eyes, Agni Press, 1998
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