I’ve a pendant on a chain
that hovers near my heart,
its necklace strung with
beads.
A gift from my Beloved,
I wear it into the
world.
When I am quiet enough,
here and there during the
day,
I feel its presence upon my
skin.
No worries touch me in that
faithful condition.
The things of the world carry
no weight.
My hope and prayer (along the
beaded chain)
is to someday know without a
lapse
the wearing of that pendant,
a shield
and a haven near my heart and
in my mind,
an assurance as I move daily
through it
that nothing in the world can
touch me.
O child of God, surrender is
the gift to Meher
of all your worldly cares.
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