Whispers from Eternity

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Marilynn Hughes

 

Whispers from Eternity, Paramahamsa Yogananda:

 

"May I forgive all -

O Lord of Compassion, teach me to shed tears of love for all beings. May I

behold them as my very own - different expressions of my Self.

 

I easily excuse my own faults; let me therefore quickly forgive the

failings

of others. Bless me, O father, that I not inflict on my companions

unwelcome

criticism. If they ask my advice in trying to correct themselves, may I

offer suggestions inspired by Thee.

 

Through the strength of kindness and love, free from the thought of

compulsion, teach me to lead all stumbling and stubborn ones to Thee. Guide

my

understanding and powers, that I turn dark-natured beings into sparkling

seers who

fully reflect Thy wisdom rays.

 

Thou art meekly waiting to reveal to all men Thy presence within them. O

Unparalleled Patience, silent before an indifferent world! bestow on me Thy

greathearted forbearance. Let me never retaliate when people wound me with

unkindness.

 

May I sympathetically help others to help themselves. Teach me not to

condemn their ingratitude if they turn against me and no longer permit me to

serve

them.

 

May I forgive (first inwardly, then outwardly) those who have most deeply

injured me. I would return love for hatred, sweet praise for sour

complaints,

and good for evil.

 

Thy divine light is hidden in even the most vicious and gloom-shrouded man,

waiting to shine forth under the proper conditions: the keeping of good

company, and ardent desires for self-betterment.

 

We thank Thee that no sin is unforgivable, no evil insuperable; for the

world of relativity does not contain absolutes.

 

Direct me, O Heavenly Father, that I awaken Thy bewildered ones to the

consciousness of their native purity, immortality and celestial sonhood.

 

 

The ore of my life is smelting in a furnace of trials. All baseness is

being scorified in the fires of experience and sacred aspirations.

 

O Divine Artisan, reduce to dross my weaknesses! Harden me into the

tempered

steel of fortitude and soul strength. Help me to fashion my purified metal

into effective weapons of right tenacity and self-control. With the sword

of

my mind equilibrium may I rout inner enemies that would distract me from the

sole thought of Thee.

 

My the shooting star of my love gloriously race across the dark skies of my

long obliviousness of Thee."

 

Just a thought, doesn't this Hindu Saint sound Catholic?

 

Love,

Marilynn Hughes