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Death, thy servant, is at my door.  He has crossed the unknown

sea and brought thy call to my home.

The night is dark and my heart is fearful–yet I will take up the

lamp, open my gates and bow to him my welcome.  It is thy

messenger who stands at my door.

I will worship him placing at his feet the treasure of my heart.

He will go back with his errand done, leaving a dark shadow on my

morning; and in my desolate home only my forlorn self will remain

as my last offering to thee.

In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of

my room; I find her not.

My house is small and what once has gone from it can never be


But infinite is thy mansion, my lord, and seeking her I have to

come to thy door.

I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky and I lift

my eager eyes to thy face.

I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can

vanish–no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through


Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean, plunge it into the

deepest fullness.  Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch in

the allness of the universe.

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From: GITANJALI – ‘Song Offerings’



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