Lectio Divina, or daily readings

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.
All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet
harmony- and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight
across the sea.
I know thou takest pleasure in my singing. I know that only as a singer
I come before thy presence.
I touch by the edge of the far-spreading wing of my song thy feet which
I could never aspire to reach.
Drunk with joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art
my Lord.

Rabindranath Tagore

from Gitanjali

My notes:

Gitanjali roughly translates to ‘an oblation of songs’ …

The lines are quotes from this archive. You can read some more of Tagore’s English poetry there. I thank Tagore Centre for the image.