gitanjali

My desires are many and my cry is
pitiful, but ever didst thou save me by
hard refusals; and this strong mercy
has been wrought into my life through
and through.

Day by day thou art making me
worthy of the simple, great gifts that
thou gayest to me unasked- this sky
and the light. this body and the life
and the mind- saving me from perils
of overmuch desire.

There are times when I languidly
linger and times when I awaken and
hurry in search of my goal: but cruelly
thou hidest thyself from before me.

Day by day thou art making me
worthy of thy full acceptance by
refusing me ever and anon. saving me
from perils of weak, uncertain desire.