I prayed this morning using a web I found some years ago (sacredspace.ie); every time I'm there, it's special. They offered this quote from Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), an Hindu poet mystic:
‘You have made me endless, Lord, such is
your pleasure. This frail vessel you empty out again and again, and fill
it ever with fresh life. Your infinite gifts come to me only on these
very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still you pour, and still there
is room to fill.
'Give me the strength, Lord, lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.
Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service. Give me the
strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent
And, one of his songs: ‘Have you not heard his silent steps? He comes, comes, ever
comes. Every moment and every age, every day and every night, he comes,
comes, ever comes. In the fragrant days of sunny April through the
forest path he comes, comes, ever comes. In sorrow after sorrow it is
his steps that press upon my heart, and it is the golden touch of his
feet that makes my joy to shine’
Thank you, LORD, for the words of those who were pilgrims before us, thank you for allowing me to see You through others' eyes. Amen