Dulce Nombre de Jesus, Nicaragua.
Whist in Nicaragua I discovered a Bengali poet. I heard his phrase of love and service at the start of the trip, and it became a constant underpinning, whispered and amplified, punctuating day and night dreams, and I am reminded of it as I reflect on my own hopes this Lent.
‘I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.’
Rabindranath Tagore.
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