What love has taught me—
To worship thee in awe,
Untouched by flaw,
For in my sight thou stand’st complete—
An art thyself, and one who makes me an artist.
Love found me where my words fell still,
And taught my soul to kneel to thy will.
If thou shouldst offer poison unto me,
I’d pray the Lord not name it sin.
Thou art the clouds, and I the sky,
Thy love fills me—slow and wide.
Thou art the wind, I trembling leaves that fall,
Drifting wherever thy whispers call.
Thou art the stars, I the night—
Lit by what thy bestow.

                            _Nandini Mishra