O Lord, Thy absence has measureless power.
Pangs of bitter failures rage through my mind.Hot knives stab through my heart with every breath.
I know, I know, I am the eternal blind.O Lord, Thy Presence has fathomless power.
Who says my soul is limp with black despair?Eternity sits at my feet like a slave,
And Death, a weeping child — helpless, bare. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,My Flute, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1972
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