Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure.
This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and
fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and
dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its
limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small
hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and
still there is room to fill.
Images by Janice Williams Whiting. Top (and on front-page mastheads): “The Expulsion,” Middle and front-page mastheads: "Trepassey Angel," Bottom: “Madonna and Child.”
Words above by Rabindranath Tagore from Gitanjali: “Song Offerings.”