In which ancient past had You dispatched me
On a circumambulation of Creation?
Until now that orbit did not finish;
Days pass, ages elapse.
From You I have come, and I will go to Thee;
Yet Yourself forgotten, by matter am I frenzied.
That action for which I came to keep on doing,
Due to my neglect, it did not get done.
Though failings are countless, You continue to forgive;
At my face You gaze, despite knowing my hundred sins.
Yes, You cherish and with smiling eyes take notice...
You make me mend my ways on stream of compassion.
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Tuesday, October 26, 2021
My tolerant Master
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With me, graciously You are always patient.
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