Just thought of reading GITANJALI. It always gives me solace .
“Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.”
Wonderful Indeed are these words. I think if we can consider and feel ourselves as the instruments in the hands of the lord, we will be freed from all pains and sufferings. Life then becomes a divine song in itself. There is no one as beautiful as the Lord. There is no one as praiseworthy as the Lord. And singing Lord’s glories gives me immense joy and satisfaction.