O Lord of Law, may I wear my scars of trails like deserved medals of chastisement, presented to me by the sacred hands of Thy perfect Justice.

Let my daily difficulties act as antidoes againts deluslion and rid me of false hopes of worldly happiness.

May the tears that flow from me at other’s cruel actions wash away from my mind some hiddent taint.

Let each sharp stroke of the pickax of unpleasantness expose within me new wisdom depths.

May the unhallowed darkness of ordinary esistence so frighten me that I rushingly seek Thy realm of purity and light.

Let life’s sudden sword thrusts force from me only a cry for Thy succor.

May the hurtful diggings of circumstance into the soild of my being uncover the ever bubbling well-spring of thy solace.

Let the ugliness of unkindness in others impel me to make myself beautiful with loving kindess.

May harsh speech from my companions remind me to use sweet words always.

If stones from evil minds are cast at me, let me send in return only missiles of goodwill.

As a jasmine vine shed its flowers over the hands delivering ax blows at its roots, so, on all who act imimically towards me may I shower the blosssoms of forgiveness.

-Whispers From Eternity