Teach me to feel that, but for the right use of Thy grace and wisdom, I too might have been lame, leprous, or blind; and, were I lame or blind even by my own wrong actions, I would certainly crave to be healed.

So do Thou, whenever I see anyone crippled or shattered by sorrow: Make me feel that it is Thou who art suffering in those forms. Teach me to instill in them, furthermore, the health and peace I myself have attained.

Teach me to sympathize with the cries, needs, and sufferings of others, that I may be as eager to free them from those burdens as I would be to free myself.

Sorrowing, struggling, weeping, and smiling in empathy with the needs of all, may I at last find my soul’s real identity with all.


193. In the Whisper-Sobs of My Mind I Heard Thy Magic Voice