Your idol is shattered in the dust to prove that God's dust is greater than your idol. - Rabindranath Tagore

The Child Angel

Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my child,

unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.

They are cruel in their greed and their envy,

their words are like hidden knives thirsting for blood.

Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child,

and let your gentle eyes fall upon them like the

forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.

Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the

meaning of all things, let them love you and love each other.

Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, my child.

At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower,

and at sunset bend your head and in silence

complete the worship of the day.

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

When I stand before thee at the day's end thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.