With the soft finger‐touches of my soul‐intuition, I tuned the radio of my inner perception. At first I caught only the sounds of nearby experience. Then came a symphony of inner harmony, followed by sweet strains from my heart’s orchestra of finer feelings. And then came the swelling chorus of my age‐long cravings for Thee. All these I caught on the radio of my soul as I kept tuning my perception, waiting to catch the whispers of Thy voice, O Guardian Angel of all souls!

With infinite patience I went on tuning my radio. At last, when I was almost prepared to give up further trying, Thy song burst upon my heart. Oh! let me broadcast through my every word, now, the chorus of Thy songs.


61. Teach Me to Store Honey of Quality from All Soul-Flowers in the Honeycomb of My Heart