Not
for me
is the love that knows no
restraint
and is like foaming wine that,
having
burst its vessel in a moment,
would
run to waste.
Send
me the love
that is cool and pure
like
Your rain,
which blesses the thirsty
earth
and
fills the homely earthen jars.
Send
me the love
that would soak down
into
the center
of being, and from there
would
spread
like the unseen sap through
the
branching tree of life, giving birth to
fruits
and flowers.
Send
me the love
that keeps the heart still
with
the fullness of peace.
~
The Heart of God ~
Rabindranath
Tagore
