24475
Every morning God comes to meTo bless me,
And I never let Him leave me
With empty Hands.
I give Him the beauty
Of my heart-cries.
Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 245, Agni Press, 1998
To bless me,
And I never let Him leave me
With empty Hands.
I give Him the beauty
Of my heart-cries.
This poem can be cited using cite-key ap 24475
This work is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.