December 7, 1912
Like a flame that burns in silence,
like a perfume that rises straight upward without wavering,
my love goes to Thee;
and like the child who does not reason and has no care,
I trust myself to Thee that Thy Will may be done,
that Thy light may manifest,
Thy Peace radiate,
Thy Love cover the world.
When Though willest I shall be in Thee,
Thyself and there shall be no more any distinction;
I await that blessed hour without impatience of any kind,
letting myself flow irresistibly toward the
boundless ocean.
THY PEACE IS IN ME, AND IN THAT PEACE I SEE THEE ALONE PRESENT IN
EVERYTHING, WITH THE CALM OF ETERNITY.
Like a flame that burns in silence,
like a perfume that rises straight upward without wavering,
my love goes to Thee;
and like the child who does not reason and has no care,
I trust myself to Thee that Thy Will may be done,
that Thy light may manifest,
Thy Peace radiate,
Thy Love cover the world.
When Though willest I shall be in Thee,
Thyself and there shall be no more any distinction;
I await that blessed hour without impatience of any kind,
letting myself flow irresistibly toward the
boundless ocean.
THY PEACE IS IN ME, AND IN THAT PEACE I SEE THEE ALONE PRESENT IN
EVERYTHING, WITH THE CALM OF ETERNITY.
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