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You're
always so busy and in such a hurry that you never have
time to sit alone with me. When
was the last time you "searched your
heart"? You always have time for your
"friends." You've made a lot of strong
but strange and foreign acquaintances through the
years, but will they prove to be your true friends at
the end of the road? Few
(if any) of them know me. You've never
introduced them to me. You listen to them
without thinking what it means to me to be kept
apart! Oh, my head--open a door to me! I'm
your heart! Go
now to the secret drawer where you keep the extra
keys, that drawer you haven't touched for years.
Inside is the key that will release the joyful
tomorrows that only I can give you. It's the key
to our private place, where only the two of us can
go. Find it. Open the door. Turn and
smile at me again. Call for me to come to
you. Touch me. Invite me to join you
alone. Here we'll listen to each other.
We'll love each other. Laugh together. Cry
together. Yes,
we need each other. What's power without
comradeship? What's success without spiritual
fulfillment? What's a head without a heart? I
have words you need to hear. I have music to
lift you from your loneliness. Listen to me, my
best one, my bright and wise one. For too long
you've been controlled by the loud sounds and the
sirens on the fast road where you run every day.
The chaotic sounds confuse you. You
need a peaceful power that only I can give you.
Do you hear a soft sound now? A distant
voice? A far-off melody? What is it?
What have you been missing? Who's out
there--crowded out, pushed away in the wild scene
where you've been living? It's I--the silent
spirit you haven't felt. It's
I. I'm calling your name. I'm your best
friend. I'm your heart calling out for you to
welcome me back to your side, to fill your emptiness
with the private power of my passionate presence. Come!
Let us sing together a new song. Here are the
happy words by Santayana: Oh
world, thou choosest not the better part.
It is not wisdom to be only wise
and on the inward vision close the eyes
But it is wisdom to believe the heart.
Columbus found a world and had no chart.
Save one that faith deciphered in the skies.
To trust the soul's invincible surmise
was all his science and his only art.
Our knowledge is a torch of smokey pine
that lights the pathway, but one step ahead
across a void of mystery and dread.
Bid then the tender light of faith to shine
by which alone the mortal heart is led
into the thinking of the Thought Divine. Listen
to me, my honored one, for God lives within your
heart. Come to me. Sense the Holy Spirit
that fills this heart of yours. Connect with me
and come to love and listen to the God within you.
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