My Prayer

God, Father-Mother, All,Oft as Thy truth I humbly, truly, seek,Rend Thou the seeming veil 'twixt me and Thee.May I Thy holy Word, by action meek,Prove, understand, Life's guiding star to be.And when repeatedly my thought-steps strayInto wide paths of sense-allure, black night,Thy help to guide my steps aright, I pray,Into the way of Truth and Love and light.And may each truant-wandering afieldNarrow its scope and lose its sensuous urge,Till thought of sickness and of death be healed,And Mind from sin my erring sense shall purge,Thou, God, my All-in-all.

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The New Herald
March 28, 1931
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