Monday, April 6, 2020

Thou hast made me endless (R. Tagore)


 Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure.  This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life… Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine.  Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

--Rabindranath Tagore, 
Gitanjali (Offerings, 1912)

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