Rabindranath Tagore, the Indian poet, novelist, musician, and playwright was the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. I find his poetry both memorable and consoling. Here is one of my favorites:
I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power, that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.
May new countries open up for each one of us.
For additional Lenten Reading, may I suggest Gary Smith’s wonderful reflection on the Easter Triduum?