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)