In the corner of my heart I have a mystic throne for Thee. The candles of my joys are dimly lighted in the hope of Thy coming.
They will burn brighter when Thou appearest. Whether Thou comest or not, I will wait for Thee until my tears melt away all material grossness.
To please Thee my love-perfumed tears will wash Thy feet of silence. The altar of my soul will be kept empty until Thou comest.
I will talk not; I will ask naught of Thee. I will wait, realizing that Thou knowest the pangs of my heart while I wait for Thee.
From Whispers from Eternity, 1929.
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This speaks to me for often my tears roll down my checks while I sit in silent meditation. As my heart pangs, I know that slowey when I sit with patience the comforter of Divine Mother it’s melting away all material grossness as I wait and yearn for Thee. Thank you God, Aum Aum Amen.