Poor God!
When He visits my homeI am not there.
When He visits my storeI am not there.
When He visits my friendsI am not there.
Where can God find me?Ah!
He can find meIn the cold-life of my depression-winter,
In the heat-life of my destruction-summer. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 3, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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