291. O LIGHT OF COMPASSION
O Light of Compassion,Your miracle-breath
Is spreading smiling fragrance.
Tomorrow without fail
I shall win the tug-of-war
Against ignorance-night.
Why?
Just because today You have claimed me
As Your very own;
Just because today I have claimed You
As my very own,
O Light of Compassion.
Sri Chinmoy, Transcendence-Perfection, Agni Press, New York, 1975
