Now the rains, as lightning sears the sky, And though the drought remains within this heart And sorrow lingers like a departing friend, Through long days that stretch into the night, I labour at the tasks I must complete Before the spirit leaves, the honoured guest, The body that now weakens with the years, A mind forgetful of the daily grace That leans to earth and blesses us, unaware. Better that we cannot see the end, For with each breath there still is time to grow. The gardens beckon and the chant of OM. To Thee I bow, to serve at Thy behest.
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