109. O silent dust

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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.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Three hundred sixty-five Father's Day prayers, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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