Compassionate
Father Father
of Mercy, You were named and so
I began to follow You – thinking
mercy to be what I needed most and You
have obliged me indeed (most mercifully). But these
days I’ve turned away from myself and yet
again toward myself to see (by
Your mercy) that a capacity for compassion is what
I most lack and thus I beg
You these days, Meher Baba, to fill
my emptiness with it – that I
might pour it out improvidently to any
and everyone who crosses my path,
in Your
name and holy essence, I pray, o
merciful, compassionate Father. O child
of God, trade in all your cleverness for one
ounce of pure compassion.
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