Thought
Children may ask why trees are small,
At distances beyond them all?
And skip about in spellbound cheer,
To clamber on same branches near.
Are we not too mere simple youths,
Who cannot see the things we choose?
In journeys shown by lines of trees,
Our vision shifts to things that please.
When mystic path becomes our way
To search out for safe place to stay
With each step inner thrills revealed
And precious Self no more concealed.
Prayer
Lord, hold my hand as we explore the inner worlds together; grant that I may behold You as my inner treasure.
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