Lost Time

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time.
 But it is never lost, my lord.
Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.

Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts,
buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness.

 I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed
 and imagined all work had ceased.
 In the morning I woke up
 and found my garden full with wonders of flowers.

 Rabindranath Tagore

Closed Path

I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,---that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.

But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.

 Rabindranath Tagore