THEME/S
Because You never claim of us a tear, O silent Love, how often we forget The eyes of countless centuries were wet To bring Your smile so near! Forgive if I remember not the blaze, Imperishable, perfect, infinite, Of far Omnipotence from which You lit Your lamp of human face! Make me a worship-vigil everywhere, Slumber and wakefulness one memory That You are God: O let each pore of me Become a mouth of prayer!
Because You never claim of us a tear,
O silent Love, how often we forget
The eyes of countless centuries were wet
To bring Your smile so near!
Forgive if I remember not the blaze,
Imperishable, perfect, infinite,
Of far Omnipotence from which You lit
Your lamp of human face!
Make me a worship-vigil everywhere,
Slumber and wakefulness one memory
That You are God: O let each pore of me
Become a mouth of prayer!
* Mother India, November 1974.
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