In Thee I Have Found Rest

Now the rains, as lightning sears the sky,

And though the drought remains within this heart

And sorrow lingers like a departing friend,

Through long days that stretch into the night,

I labour at the tasks I must complete

Before the spirit leaves, the honoured guest,

The body that now weakens with the years,

A mind forgetful of the daily grace

That leans to earth and blesses pure intent.

Better that we cannot see the end,

For with each breath there still is time to grow.

The gardens beckon and the chant of OM.

In Thee I have found rest, my heavenly home.