Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

Prayer To The Father.


Give me that causeless intellect,
That reasons not bind,
Lead me beyond that limit,
Where world and time recede behind.

Make me so vacant and empty,
That no shadows of memory disturb,
And make my body as the will of Your harp.

Pour in me that holy-water,
That your given seed may germinate,
And root in me that faith,
So that I may defy all barriers caused by Fate.

Grace me, bless me, and hold my hand,
Hay Father, but for Your love where shall I stand!

Submitted: Sunday, March 24, 2013

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