I lay in bed this morning listening to an absolutely beautiful and rhapsodic chorus of birdsong.
And thought how God is just, how his best gifts are given freely to rich and poor, clever and challenged, talented and not-so-talented alike.
I thought of a poem by Tagore
“”My desires are many and my cry is pitiful, but ever didst thou
save me by hard refusals; and this strong mercy has been wrought into
my life through and through.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple, great gifts that
thou gavest to me unasked—this sky and the light, this body and the
life and the mind—saving me from perils of overmuch desire.
There are times when I languidly linger and times when I awaken and
hurry in search of my goal; but cruelly thou hidest thyself from
Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by
refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain