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
. Geetanjali 39
( This beautiful poem has always been very close to my heart ;ever since I found it for the first time ; a constant companion all through ; it has helped me maintain my faith in the all embracing benevolence of the supreme power that manifests itself in many forms ranging from soft , soothing showers to the lightening and thunder as per the need of the situation .)
( This beautiful poem has always been very close to my heart ;ever since I found it for the first time ; a constant companion all through ; it has helped me maintain my faith in the all embracing benevolence of the supreme power that manifests itself in many forms ranging from soft , soothing showers to the lightening and thunder as per the need of the situation .)
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