My life is surcharged
With my Lord’s biting criticismsAnd my Lord’s illumining Blessings.
His hurtful scoldings help my mindSooner than at once
To sink into the abysmal abyss.His blessingful Love helps my heart
Sooner than at onceTo reach my pinnacle-height of gratitude.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 47, Agni Press, 1982
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