When the heart is hard and parched up, <br />come upon me with a shower of mercy. <br /> <br />When grace is lost from life, <br />come with a burst of song. <br /> <br />When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from <br />beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest. <br /> <br />When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner, <br />break open the door, my king, and come with the ceremony of a king. <br /> <br />When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy one, <br />thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder <br /><br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beggarly-heart/
