Sweetness of thy name fills my heart when I forget mine-like thy morning sun when the mist is melted.
The silent night has the beauty of the mother and the clamorous day of the child.
The world loved man when he smiled. The world became afraid of him when he laughed.
God waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.
Let me feel this world as thy love taking form, then my love will help it.
Thy sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting of its spring flowers.
God kisses the finite in his love and man the infinite.
Thou crossest desert lands of barren years to reach the moment of fulfilment.
God’s silence ripens man’s thoughts into speech.
Thou wilt find, Eternal Traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my songs.
Let me not shame thee, Father, who displayest thy glory in thy children.
Cheerless is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world. But I know I am travelling to meet my Friend.
Tonight there is a stir among the palm leaves, a swell in the sea, Full Moon, like the heart throb of the world. From what unknown sky hast thou carried in thy silence the aching secret of love?
I dream of a star, an island of light, where I shall be born and in the depth of its quickening leisure my life will ripen its works like the rice-field in the autumn sun.
The smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant.
That love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.