Bless me, Father, that I may behold the Eastern star of wisdom. May it gleam before my human eyes, alike in daylight and in gloom. My eyes were long blinded by the tinsel-glitter of material things. Always seeing such things outwardly, I saw not the Spirit within their bosom. I looked at the mustard-seed of matter but spied not the oil of Spirit hidden within it. The third eye of my wisdom is now being opened. Keep it, Thou, always open. Let that single eye of realization lead me to behold, through all the veils of matter, the infinite presence of Christ, everywhere. Bless me, that the sacred, wise thoughts in me, following this star of knowledge, meet the Christ in everything.