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strong mercy

When in doubt, take a poet’s thought to your heart. They are, invariably experienced beings, that have spent a great deal of their lives, exploring the heart through the mind.

Strong Mercy by Rabindranath Tagore

My desires are many and my cry is pitiful,
but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals;
and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.

Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple,
great gifts that thou gavest to me unasked—this sky and the light, this body and the
life and the mind—saving me from perils of overmuch desire.

There are times when I languidly linger
and times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal;
but cruelly thou hidest thyself from before me.

Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by
refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire.

This poem, expresses a lot of what’s on my mind, at this ungodly hour (its 3:39 am), except for the last couple of lines. I didn’t want to editorialize a poem, and hence left it in place.