61. Teach Me to Store Honey of Quality from All Soul-Flowers in the Honeycomb of My Heart
In the summer days of life, teach me to gather honey from the flowers of all spiritual qualities that blossom in the garden of truthful souls.
I will store the perfume of forgiveness in the honeycomb of my heart: the lotus fragrance of humility; myrrh‐scented devotion; the rare honey of all soul‐qualities. And even though the snowflakes of wintry experiences and earthly separations whirl about me, I shall seek Thee in the honeycomb of my heart where often I have found Thee, stealing the stored honey of my devotion.
Wherever Thou hast come — in every place hallowed by Thy feet — I will lie, touching Thy footprints. Ah! there alone will I find a place of true safety.