'This Is My Prayer To Thee'

Make me a flower delicate and sweet, spewing fragrance into the blowing breeze. Make me a violin from whose strings melody flows to soothe the ailing nerves. Make me a rain cloud sailing over the breadth of skies showering cooling droplets on to the thirsting mouth of the Earth. Make me a lamp shedding beams of light dissipating darkness from the mazy depths of gloom. Make me a vessel full with love to pour out into empty pitchers. Make me a barge with sails filled by the wind that in me, I can ferry the sinking souls to far safer shores of life. Let every atom of my being throb with Thy filling love Let it spring forth in jets to form the gushing stream Let many drink from that fountain and taste the sweetness of Thy nourishing love Let the land be watered Let the dirt be cleansed Let the Earth wear a celestial charm Let the plants celebrate the carnival of colours and in my basket shall I gather many a fragrant bloom to be offered at your feet with love and remain squatted in Thy presence, not losing in the pageant of this transient life.