A poem by the great poet Tagore which has special meaning for me at this point in time.
The Grasp of Your Hand
Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,
but to be fearless in facing them.
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain,
but the heart to conquer it.
Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved,
but hope for the patience to win my freedom.
Grant me that I may not be a coward, feeling Your mercy
in my success alone;
Let me find the grasp of Your hand
in my failure.
No comments:
Post a Comment