A Prayer!

"When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon me with a shower of mercy.

When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song.

When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest.

When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner, break open the door, my king, and come with the ceremony of a king.

When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy one, thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder."

~Gitanjali Poem 39

(Rabindranath Tagore)

Ah! after all the time's not lost!

"On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. 
But it is never lost, my lord. 
Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.

Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness.

I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed and imagined all work had ceased. 
In the morning I woke up and found my garden full with wonders of flowers."

~Gitanjali (poem 81)

Taste of Tagore

Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! 
I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.

It may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a -touch of pain  from thy hand and pluck it.I fear lest the day end before I am aware,and the time of offering go by.

Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint,use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.

~ Rabindranath Tagore's Gitanjali (Poem 6)

P.S: Thanks Maya, for this gift. 

I never thought I would ever read Tagore!