109. O silent dust
O silent dust,I do feel your bosom’s pangs.
But what can I do?
Insignificant is my voice.
Impotent is my strength.
O silent dews,
I do feel your heart’s agonies.
But what can I do?
Helpless is my sight.
Useless is my might.
Sri Chinmoy, Three hundred sixty-five Father's Day prayers, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
