26 August 2013

The Prayer


My brother kneels, so saith Kabir,
To stone and brass in heathen-wise,
But in my brother’s voice I hear
My own unanswered agonies,
His God is as his fates assign,
His prayer is all the world’s – and mine.
Rudyard Kipling

20 August 2013

15 August 2013

14 August 2013

"For the sweet love remembered ...."

"For the sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings."