A Thought to Cherish

Thou hast  made known to me friends I knew not,

Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own,

Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of a stranger.


I am uneasy at heart when I leave my accustomed shelter;

I forget that there abidest Thou, the old in the new.

When one knows Thee then alien there is none,

Then no door is shut.

Grant me my prayer that I may never lose the bliss

Of the touch of the one in the play of the many.                (from Tagore’s Gitanjali)


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