9905. A Different Drink

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Forgive me, my Lord Supreme,

Forgive me!

I have drunk doubt-poison

Profusely and happily.

Now I want to change my drink.

I want to drink faith-nectar

Immeasurably and spontaneously.

Will You not give me another chance, my Lord,

Will You not?

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 100, Agni Press, 1983
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