My desires are many and my cry is pitiful,
but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals;
and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple,
great gifts that thou gavest to me unasked---this sky and the light, this body and the
life and the mind---saving me from perils of overmuch desire.
There are times when I languidly linger
and times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal;
but cruelly thou hidest thyself from before me.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by
refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire.
In the night of weariness
let me give myself up to sleep without struggle,
resting my trust upon thee.
Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and sile …
The rain is coming in through the open window, maki
I have made You the polar star of my
existence; never again can I lose my way in the
voyage of life.
When I give up the helm
I know that the time has come for thee to take it.
What there is to do will be instantly done.
Come as you are; do not loiter over
If your braided hair has loosened if
Pity, in place of love,
That pettiest of gifts,
Is but a sugar-coating over neglect.
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this …
I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringin …
The time has not come true,...
Mother, your baby is silly! She is so absurdly chil …
She does not know the difference between the lights …
streets and the stars.
STRAY birds of summer come to my window
to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn,