It Was In My Heart To Help

For This I Bless You Most. You Give Much And Know Not That You Give At All.

I Love You, My Brother, Whoever You Are - Whether You Worship In A Church, Kneel In Your Temple, Or Pray In Your Mosque. You And I Are Children Of One Faith, For The Diverse Paths Of Religion Are Fingers Of The Loving Hand Of The One Supreme Being, A Hand Extended To All, Offering Completeness Of Spirit To All, Eager To Receive All.

Be Like The Flower, Turn Your Faces To The Sun.

Now I Realize That The Trees Blossom In Spring And Bear Fruit In Summer Without Seeking Praise; And They Drop Their Leaves In Autumn And Become Naked In Winter Without Fearing Blame.

But If In Your Fear You Would Seek Only Love's Peace And Love's Pleasure, Then It Is Better For You That You Cover Your Nakedness And Pass Out Of Love's Threshing-floor, Into The Seasonless World Where You Shall Laugh, But Not All Of Your Laughter, And Weep, But Not All Of Your Tears.