My Lord, being perfect, said,
give Me what I don’t have –
your imperfections, urging us
to lay them freely at His
feet,
not keeping them egregiously
with us
nor leaving them for Him to
painfully extract.
Still, every personal quirk,
tendency and failing that
shapes us
(even as we seek to give them
away)
shall (apparently) remain
with us to the end.
It’s not perfection we shall
develop but love –
a universal goodwill, a
generosity toward others,
a natural, unforced and
spontaneous
flowing from imperfect hearts
–
this being but another humble
step
on the long road to Realization.
O child of God, to come under
the Master’s care
is to abandon all rancor and
grievance.
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