O my body,
How can you be uselessWhen your hope is God?
O my vital,
How can you be hopelessWhen your hope is God?
O my mind,
How can you be fruitlessWhen your hope is God?
O my heart,
How can you be helplessWhen your hope is God?
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 42, Agni Press, 1982
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