Lord, since You know
That Your Presence is myHimalayan delight,
Why don’t You come to meMore often?
Lord, since You know
That Your absenceIs my oceanic sorrow,
Why don’t You tell meWhy You are quite often,
In season and out of season,Absent?
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Golden Boat, part 8, Vishma Press, New York, 1974
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