Day and night I shall swim
In the sweetness – hope – river.
May my mind every morning become
As beautiful as hope – dawn – rays
When expectation ends.
Each sacred hope
Is a blessingful gift
From Heaven’s heart.
Hope abides; therefore I abide.
Countless frustrations have not cowed me.
I am still alive, vibrant with life.
The black cloud will disappear,
The morning sun will appear once again
In all its supernal glory.
From ‘Wings of Joy’ by Sri Chinmoy
© 2002 by Sri Chinmoy – All rights reserved
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