Another Day

Another day, another day,
My Lord Supreme is far away.

Another day, my heart can be
The all giving breath of patience tree.

Another day, my life can feed
My soulful world with its crying need.

Another day, I own to hear
God’s Voice of Light and feel Him near.

Another day, another day,
My tears shall win His blue gold Ray.

Another day, another day,
And then, no more my ignorance clay.

Another day, I’ll be God’s Love
Within, without, below, above.

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Excerpt from ‘My Flute’ by Sri Chinmoy

Copyright © Sri Chinmoy 1974


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