Time is endless in thy hands

Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none to count thy minutes. Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Thou knowest how to wait... At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut; but I find that yet there is time.
~ from "Endless Time" by Rabindranath Tagore
The Essential Tagore
By Rabindranath Tagore