My desires are many and my cry is pitiful, <br />but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals; <br />and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through. <br /> <br />Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple, <br />great gifts that thou gavest to me unasked---this sky and the light, this body and the <br />life and the mind---saving me from perils of overmuch desire. <br /> <br />There are times when I languidly linger <br />and times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal; <br />but cruelly thou hidest thyself from before me. <br /> <br />Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by <br />refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strong-mercy/
