I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power, - that the
path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted and the time come to take
shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me. And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new
country is revealed with its wonders.
That I want thee, only thee - let my heart repeat without end. All desires that distract
me, day and night, are false and empty to the core.
As the night keeps hidden in its gloom the petition for light, even thus in the depth of
my unconsciousness rings the cry - 'I want thee, only thee'.
As the storm still seeks its end in peace when it strikes against peace with all its might,
even thus my rebellion strikes against thy love and still its cry is - 'I want thee, only
When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon me with a shower of mercy.
When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song.
When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from beyond, come to
me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest.
When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner, break open the door, my
king, and come with the ceremony of a king.
When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy one, thou wakeful,
come with thy light and thy thunder.
The rain has held back for days and days, my God, in my arid heart. The horizon is
fiercely naked - not the thinnest cover of a soft cloud, not the vaguest hint of a distant
Send thy angry storm, dark with death, if it is thy wish, and with lashes of lightning
startle the sky from end to end.
But call back, my lord, call back this pervading silent heat, still and keen and cruel,
burning the heart with dire despair.
Let the cloud of grace bend low from above like the tearful look of the mother on the
day of the father's wrath.
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