O Father, my little prayers are all roused in reverence, waiting for Thee. My little joys dance in tune with the temple‐bells of inner harmony. The muffled drum of my craving beats deeply for Thee. My passion and my ignorance wait tremblingly to be sacrificed on Thine altar. I shall say my prayers with mystic beads made of my crystal teardrops, and polished with my love for Thee. I shall cleanse the altar of my heart with my repentance. Come! I long for Thy presence!


119. Hidden in the Ashes of Burnt Sadness, I Found Thy Golden Presence