May You Become At All Times,
Both Now and Forever …
A Protector for those without Protection
A Guide for those who have lost their Way
A Ship for those with Oceans to Cross
A Bridge for those with Rivers to Cross
A Sanctuary for those in Danger
A Lamp for those without Light
A Place of Refuge for those who lack Shelter
*And a SERVANT to all in Need*
And upon a day, while walking among the flowers of
his teacher’s garden, did the child speak unto the Mystic:
“Some men claim that this life
is the darkness of a curse,
and a punishment to be endured
for all our wicked ways.
Oh Mystic, what say you of life?”
And the Mystic answered:
“I say that life is neither a curse nor a punishment,
But a rose filled with the beauty of desire.
The stem of the rose is your life upon this earth,
The thorns, painful lessons you bring unto
yourself, that you might learn.
The leaves are those joys that enter
your life with the tenderness of an unseen Love.
Curse not the sorrow of your thorns,
for the deeper they cut unto the heart of
your being, the greener the leaves of joy shall be.
The tiny bud is your soul, waiting to
bloom with the truth of God among its petals.
Slowly will your flower unfold,
that you might not become lost
within the fragrance of its secret.
And when the rose is at the height of its beauty,
Shall you not see the pureness of God
smiling from the very center of your Being ?”