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THE HIDDEN LIFE.
By T. L. VASWANI. Suffering, too, is a sacrament. Suffering, too, is a gift from the All-Giver,
And lying on my bed of illness I have received thoughts too deep for tears. And I have breathed out aspirations. One of them I recorded in the following words :
My soull be humble as grass, be patient as the tree, be prayerful as the daisy !
How humble is grass! We trample upon it; it bends ; it does not break! So must thou be my soul ! Complain not! Do they trample upon the ideals which thou dost adore? Do they turn away from thee in passion and hate? Complain not! Bless them that ill-treat thee or speak ill of thee. They but draw thee nearer to the Lord. Be humble as grass !
Look at yon tree! How patient! The sun beats upon it and the rains descend upon it: it stands in the midst of all difficulties. So stand thou, my soul, patient amid all trials and tribulations. Stand thou, patient as the tree!
And the daisy ! see how each day it looks at the sun! The daisy turns its face to the morning sun! So be thou, my soul! Gaze at Him, the Sun of suns! Gaze at the beauty of the Blessed One! And receiving from Him some rays pass them on to others to warm and heal some aching hearts.
Humble as grass, and patient as the tree and prayerful as the flower, thou wilt grow in the hidden life of the Hidden God.
Shree Sudharmaswami Gyanbhandar-Umara, Surat
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