Do not be anxious for tomorrow
For tomorrow she will be anxious for herself
Since all time loves its own troubles
As surely as we are sufficient in our cause
To suffer is part of living, therefore love
Give to everyone who begs from you
For giving is the greatest reward
We live on not bread alone
But with every word of kindness
And every joy that was shared
Do not pray if it delays action
For today is the time to act
Love thyself as if you were truly
Part of God, as little children of the Sun
Our kingdom is not of this world
We are but holy guests creating here
So serve and shelter what you create
For they will inherit what you once were
Believe in God, not for results
But for communion with a universe
In translation, remembering even
Our best translations sometimes go wrong.
This is so beautiful– and so inspirational. You have a beauteous soul!!
Thank you Stockdale! So do you 🙂
Thank you!
Holy guests, holy ghosts.
Wholly poetry!
My heart became so warm reading this…Just the confirmation I needed.