No wonder you’re fast losing your mind, And a cure for this are desperate to find. You can’t keep quiet for a moment mere, Talking non-stop, isn’t that so, my dear? Think of the energy that all day you waste Talking when you needn’t, and in such haste, Like a river in a great hurry, racing, in spate, No wonder your mind's in this awful state! Oh, how you babble, on and on you go! If you stop awhile, maybe this you’ll know: That in silence the cure at last you may find That yo

“I am with you”: this You assure, What, then, can I ask for more? It’s all I need to willingly carry on With this my long earthly sojourn. Reason enough these words give To want here to continue to live. If with me You are, this I know, Anywhere I’d be happy to go, Maybe to be sent even to Hell If these words to me You tell. What greater blessing can there be Than to know that You are with me?

Over Your realm how You preside Is, Dear, for You alone to decide. Who are we anything to suggest? Surely, it’s You who know best. You know best your world to control, Being the Maker-Owner of the whole. You know best what should be done With, and to and through everyone. You know best how Your Earth does fare, With Your wisdom how can ours compare? For us, it’s simply to hear and obey, To faithfully follow all You might say. What appears to be wrong in our sight, We can hope

See them swagger, see how they dare, As if the greatest, far beyond compare, Thinking whatever on Earth's all theirs, That they’re its owners, its royal heirs, And so can do with it just as they please, For all time to come, this never to cease. In this way deluded, what havoc they wreak, But soon from themselves safety they’ll seek, For into death’s open arms swiftly they race, Not knowing they must suffer utter disgrace, And at their own deeds they will be aghast, At all th

I sit out in the garden in a chair Under the afternoon sun’s glare. Sunshine pours down on my face. This just has to be Divine grace!   Ah what a great blessing is the sun! Without it, life here there’d be none. How freely its light and heat it gives To every creature that on Earth lives, With no cost, not charging even a bit, Praise the Lord and thank Him for it!   Penning these lines, I ask how and why This fireball found its place in the sky. The process by which it thus c

Ah, You’ve assured me You are mine, And so, my life can pass well and fine, Being in Your presence each new day, With You by my side always, hurray! Oh what great joy this news does bring! Now, to rejoice let me these words sing: “Ah how blessed it is just this to know: With full peace through this life I can go, Since You’re with me, this You have told, And in Your arms me You caringly hold!”

You made the wolf (and the dove), So what if they hate? I must love. I must do just as to me You tell, And for them pray and wish well. My tasks here must be my concern, Nowhere else must my focus turn. The work You gave I must complete, Then from here leave, for You to meet.

All things happen by Divine Plan, Fathom this mystery if you can. Not a star falls, nor comet flies, Not a baby laughs or else cries, Not a whisper is softly spoken, Not a heart is badly broken, Not a thought stirs the mind, Not a deed's done of any kind, Not an infant to Earth arrives, Not a man with effort strives, Not a bird in joy cares to sing, Not a smile a joke does bring, Not a fruit appears on a tree, Other than by Divine decree. By Divine Will all things occur, So i

We’re just travelers passing through This Planet Earth as arranged by You. For a short while here we’ll traverse, Then soon we’ll all have to disperse.   A brief journey here we’ll undergo, This one fact we should well know, Just a few days, maybe less or more, A really short visit that we’re here for.   May our journey be safe and sound, As long as on this Earth we’re around. When our destination we finally reach, The end that’s appointed for us each, May we joyfully this fe

If only You hold me tight and firm And Your protection You confirm, Challenges life brings I can face Boldly, blessed with Your grace. Only then can I say I love this life Despite all the surrounding strife. I can admit this life’s a precious gift Only if into Your arms me You lift, Cradling me there, warm, secure, Of Your protection entirely sure, And when You take me from here, Fuse me into You forever, my Dear, May I into You so irrevocably merge That from there I won’t ev

It’s enough for me just this to know This one basic fact, that it’s truly so That it’s You alone who get deeds done, And other than You, doer there’s none.   It’s You who cause vast planets to whirl And unseen electrons to constantly swirl. It’s You who thinks every single thought, And by You alone are all deeds wrought.   It’s You who listens to all sounds heard, It’s You who alone utters every word. In this Your mindboggling cosmic play, All deeds that get done are Your dis

Come, my dear, for a while let’s sit And do nothing at all—that’s just it! Simply witness Time’s constant flow, As moments come and then they go, Arriving and soon made to disappear, Come, let’s together do this, my dear!   For only a short while, don’t you worry, For once at least cease being in a hurry. Let’s now savour non-doing’s great calm, For the frenzied mind, this healing balm, And in silence let’s notice the Self reveal Itself to us, oh what great bliss we’ll feel,

No place now do I pine to be sent, Where I’m now, I’m quite content, Spending the days that may remain Here, on this Your earthly plane, Here to be, and here also to do Whatever You might ask me to, Tasks that to me You might tell, Big or small, doing them all well.   Each moment that now You may lend, In the best manner thus may I spend. This is all I could now ask You for, I just can't think of anything more, Just this, until on Earth my last day, Grant this my plea, to You

To those wordy prayers I bade adieu, Fixed, formal ways of addressing You, For, an onerous burden it soon became, Day in and day out repeating the same.                 Words I muttered in a strange tongue, Litanies to an unknown god that I sung: My worship turned into mere pretence, The time thus spent a wasteful expense, And so, to myself I began to this to say: To You I must in my own way now pray.   Dearest Friend You are—they say so, Our deep thoughts You already know, S

Some want on this Earth to forever be, Some strive from here to quickly flee. Some call earthly life a very dark night, Some in being here take much delight. Some in frenzy chase personal gain, Some by worldly sorrow turn insane. Some for their life here take good care, Some declare it to be cruel nightmare. Some seek Heaven here, some call it Hell, About living on Earth what all people tell! Each sees their being here as they choose, Some waste this life, others it well do u

Today these words came to me, Giving me much-needed clarity: “Focus on the person you now are, Each new day raise your own bar. Your primary concern should be you, Not how others are and what they do. You be the change you want to see, Be the best person that you can be. And do the best you possibly can: Make this as your life’s basic plan. When this is done, depart from here, That’s just all there is to it, my dear.”

For a brief visit we're sent down here, On this earthly plane made to appear. Soon, it’ll be time our wings to unfold, To fly back home when this we're told.   Ah! How short! Such a very brief span! Why this quick visit, tell me if you can. What’ll occur when from here we go? No person does this for certain know, Yet, each thinks their claim to be right, And about this see how people fight!   Maybe on death we’ll simply cease to be, A name and form, called as ‘you’ and ‘me’,

Each day’s work You assign to one and all, Some to do ‘big’ things, others things small. To some folks, now quite silly this might look, But today You want me to read a kiddy book!   You decided that this book today I must read, “Thank You”, I say, it’s a great delight indeed! It may have tales of elves, and of fairies as well, Of goblins, gnomes and pixies perhaps it’ll tell, And witches and their spells, clever wizards also, To magic places on their brooms they might go! Wh

Into this world beings come and go, Why at all, this we just don’t know. To explain this, theories we concoct (In numbers, these being quite a lot), But none of us really knows for sure What it is that we’re down here for. Maybe it’s all a dream, or some game, Coming and going, repeating the same, With no beginning and no ending, Seeming real but only pretending, With just no purpose other than this: To come here and go without remiss. Beings arriving, and soon going out: May

As I sat in the comfort of my chair, At my toes below I began to stare. Oh how good this while to spend, My little toes below to thus attend, Just observing, letting time pass by, What delight! Would you like to try?   It’s a lovely way some time to use, In noticing one’s toes oneself to lose. Once in a while, our toes let’s observe, For they, too, our attention deserve. For a period doing nothing, only this, And for that time, being in sheer bliss!