Accept me, my Lord, accept me for this while.
Let those orphaned days that passed without thee
Only spread this little moment wide across thy lap,
holding it under thy light.
I have wandered in pursuit of voices that drew me,
yet led me nowhere.
Now, let me sit in peace and listen to thy words,
in the soul of my silence.
Do not turn away thy face from my heart’s dark secrets;
but burn them till they are alight with thy fire.
Rabindranath Tagore (India 1861-1941)
Nobel Prize for Literature, 1913