I'd been waiting in just Your anticipation;
You did not arrive, not a word did You speak;
Futile was my water-pot's mango leaves;
Vain became all garlands strung of longing.
Toward a cozy nest at glow of dusk the bird speeds;
Seeing the moon, a lily rises neath twilight's reddish gleam.
On this my evening, You fathom the mind's affliction.
Darkness-wrapped the sun, at eastern mountain[1] it's not there;
But the dawn's crimson streak, forgetting aught did not leave.
As You are listening, You understand anxious confusion.
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Tuesday, June 17, 2025
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Lord, some reassurance would be fine; but my faith remains strong anyway.
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