14th MAY 2008 : A SONG OFFERING FOR THE DAY
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.
When thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes.
Gitanjali : Song Offerings : By Rabindranath Tagore
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
Anybody can sympathize with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathize with a friend's success. :
Oscar Wilde
(1854 - 1900), The Soul of Man under Socialism (1881)
