TRUE DEVOTION TO GOD
The heat of shattered wishes burns me up,
In evening likewise burns the glowing lamp.
My cup is empty, who would fill my cup,
I wonder and in frustration, I stamp
My foot on painful corns. Still I burn
In silence. I melt away. For it is writ
That people who in silence burn and mourn
Are worthy of love-goddess. And true grit
Is written on them in the capital words,
Their stature and love, reverence daily grows;
Their grief is personal, though they live in herds
But not a single soul, their grieving knows.
So when their name is placed along His name
The world with envy burns, cries in shame.
