Monday, June 1, 2009

I will persist O Lord


I will not faint, O God. There is the thirst,

And thirst supposes water somewhere. Yes,

But in this life we may not ever find;

Old nature sits a phantom by the way,

Old passions may forbid, old doubts return.

Then are there other lives here or beyond

To satisfy us? I will persist, O Lord.

[SABCL 23: 572-73]

1 comment:

Jordi said...

I'm sure that you devotion to the Mother will let you walk trough the golden fields of God...from the Aurobindo's Hand.

My dear friend...Shanti, Shanti, Shanti.