Thursday, April 29
the heat is hard and parched up,
Come upon me with a shower of mercy.
When the 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.
~ from Tagore's Gitanjali
just as I am