"Crescent  Moon"

Benediction:

Bless this little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss of heaven for our earth.
He loves the light of the sun, he loves the sight of his mother's face.
He has not learned to despise the dust, and to hanker after gold.

Clasp him to your heart and bless him.
He has come into this land of an hundred cross-roads.
I know not how he chose you from the crowd, came to your door,
and grasped you hand to ask his way.

He will follow you, laughing the talking, and not a doubt in his heart.
Keep his trust, lead him straight and bless him.
Lay your hand on his head, and pray that though the waves
underneath grow threatening, yet the breath from above may come and
fill his sails and waft him to the heaven of peace.

Forget him not in your hurry, let him come to your heart and bless him.


The child-angel :

They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end to their
 wrangling.
Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my child, unflickering 
and pure, and delight them into silence
They are cruel in their greed and their envy, their words are like hidden knives 
thirsting for blood.
Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child, and let your gentle eyes fall 
upon them like the forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.
Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the meaning of all things; let 
them love you and thus love each other.
Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, my child. 
At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower, and at sunset bend 
your head and in silence complete the worship of the day.

My song:

This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear,
when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with aloofness.

My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, 
it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, 
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silent in death, 
my song will speak in your living heart. 

Rabindranath Tagore

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