Hope
Time and distanceAre caught by hope.
Hope is the glance
That burns the rope
Of howling night.
Hope lost, gloom grows,
Dark poison-blight:
Destruction flows.
Sri Chinmoy, God’s Glance and God’s Grace, Agni Press, 2006
Are caught by hope.
Hope is the glance
That burns the rope
Of howling night.
Hope lost, gloom grows,
Dark poison-blight:
Destruction flows.
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