A Benchmark For The Soul
So many impart sermons; so many tell me to Love.
Why then do I fail?”
Perhaps I rely too much upon myself.
When I was younger, my mother guided me;
Saved me from the forces of unseen danger.
I then made an effort to remember;
Saw the heated appliances on display.
Now I need to struggle,
To find the way to my Eternal Home.
Without the Mother’s guidance, hazards lurk;
Without preventative measures, danger strikes.
Salvation is a gift to me.
Still, I remember that the ancient Emissaries,
Requested me to Love and serve.
This requires effort.
My Sweet Lord, may my actions be propelled,
By the power of inner joy,
Without which, giving is as meaningless as a tiny toy.
Let my thoughts, words and deeds,
Be a benchmark of My love;
My vibrations a solace, for the spirit of My tomorrows.
Contemplating Your beatitudes; the psalms of Devotees;
Being like a fiery furnace, to seek Your inner Light.
Then only, will all be well.
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The Earth; the trees; the sun …,
All give freely without expectation.
Both mother and mountain sacrifices,
Giving freely of their wealth.
As such I know that a Sovereign in all his opulence,
Will give neither shelter, abundance nor warmth,
Like any one of my beloved Friends.
My sweet Lord,
A Soul without experience is not thrilled, and fails to grow.
How else can its wisdom be obtained, except in a field of struggle?
I know now, that ultimately ALL is of Your doing,
Yet, like the fleet but wise runner,
Hard training expedites the final victory,
Which, in its intensity,
Enhances the supernal sweetness of the Soul.
Come, now, my Beloved, smile ,
Sit with me, and embrace my Spirit, with Your Love-Delight.
-Manatita, Word-crafted Awakenings, 29th December, 2014. © Copyrighted.
~ Inspirations for the Inner Light ~
© 2014 manatita44
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