43. Another day

Another day, another day,

My Lord Supreme is far away.

Another day, my heart can be

The all-giving breath of patience-tree.

Another day, my life can feed

My soulful world with its crying need.

Another day, I pine to hear

God's Voice of Light and feel Him near.

Another day, another day,

My tears shall win His blue-gold Ray.

Another day, another day,

And then, no more my ignorance-clay.

Another day, I'll be God's Love,

Within, without, below, above.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Two thirsty eyes, Agni Press, 1998
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